Chapter 11
Even Karen was dumbstruck as they were led through the door at the
bottom of the stairs. It was a huge room with block walls, high wooden beam
ceilings and the floor, incongruously, covered with dark gray carpeting. The
carpet did little to soften the foreboding appearance of the room and what it
contained. Dozens of video cameras dotted the room, most aimed from various
angles at the many torture devices. The racks, crosses, whipping posts, riding
horses, saddles and other contraptions, were so numerous and varied in shape
that the mind couldn't take it all in. It was like a three year old making a
first visit to a giant amusement park.
Karen wore a red teddy, red high heels and matching colored thigh high
stockings, the marks of her earlier abuse still evident through the filmy
material of her neglige. Lars wore a black leather thong and Kim was again
wearing the cheerleader outfit. Their escort guards led them toward one side of
the chamber and chained them with wrists over their heads and legs pulled apart.
Lars was in the middle with Karen to his right and Kim on the left. The
overhead chains cranked upward till all three were stretched taunt and standing
on the balls of their feet.
Moments later members began streaming into the room, chatting amiably,
some sipping drinks. Most headed for the bound figures. After the two dozen of
so men and women assembled around the Hansen's, their comments showing
appreciation for the families attractiveness close up, and eager anticipation
for what was to come. Their attention was distracted by the arrival of four new
people. Each of the arrivals wore black hoods, like medieval executioners. Two
were muscular and very tall men, each naked to the waist and wearing tight black
leather pants and boots. The other two were women, amazonian in stature and
wearing tight fitting black leather jump suits cut low to show everything above
their nipples, with black stiletto heel boots to mid thigh.
They moved without a word exchanged between them, approaching the
chained figures. Without a moment's hesitation one of the leather clad women
went to Karen and grabbed the bodice of her teddy, stripping her naked with a
single pull. She moved next to Lars and stripped away his thong, allowing his
cock and balls to spring free and sway beneath his spread thighs. Kim was next,
her vests torn roughly from her, followed by the pleated skirt.
Kim felt herself flush. Somehow it had been less intimidating when the
audience was at a distance, barely visible because of the stage lighting, but
now the men and women were mere feet away and the lust on their faces made Kim
hyperventilate.
One of the leather clad figures bowed his head to the members. In ones
and twos the members approached the naked figures. First hands, then lips,
tongues and teeth molested each helpless naked body. Lars turned bright red as
both men and women fondled his ass, cock and scrotum, bringing him slowly erect
despite his efforts to remain passive. His embarrassment was so obvious when a
middle aged man took Lar's prick into his mouth that someone remarked, "He
doesn't seem to like men, does he? Maybe he needs to undergo a change of
attitude." Several onlookers laughed and expressed enthusiastic agreement.
The group around Karen was appreciating her magnificent breasts,
pinching and pulling on her tender mounds with little regard for the discomfort
they were causing. Other hands explored her snatch and ass, pinching and
pulling the lips of her pussy and bringing her clit to its full erection. One
of the women touching her genitals said, "I hope we get to see how she likes the
whip down here since she wimped out upstairs." "Yeah," a companion interjected,
"There's no backing out in the dungeon."
At Kim's station most of the attention was being paid to her woman sized
tits with their erotically protruding aureole and full nipples, one man
comparing them to a multi stage rocket. What caused the most excitement,
however, was when a woman called attention to Kim's swelling clit, bringing
crude remarks about little boy pricks and similar comparisons.
After everyone had a chance to explore all three naked bodies, leaving
each in a state of mild arousal, the hooded figures waved the members back. One
of the men approached Lars, reached out and cupped his balls in a large hand
weighing the sack gently, then in a deep voice asked, "Are you an obedient
slave?"
Lars blushed again, but said in a tight voice, "Yes, master."
"Do you wish to please the assembled masters and mistresses?"
"Yes master."
"There are masters present who wish to fuck your ass and to have you
suck their cocks. Are you eager to please these masters?"
Lars body stiffened and without thinking it through he replied, "No, uh,
no master."
"That is a very disappointing answer, slave. We will see if you feel
the same after twenty five strokes." Turning toward the members he said,
"Please step forward if you wish to enjoy this slave, gentlemen."
Lars cringed as half a dozen men of different ages, shapes and sizes
stepped forward and began to disrobe a few feet in front of him. When they
stood in a semicircle with their pricks in various states of arousal, the first
blow struck Lars on the ass. The hooded woman wielded the short bullwhip with
practiced expertise, bringing a loud cry of surprise as much as of pain from
Lars.
"One," chanted several voices. "Crack," the whip struck again, making
Lars grunt and thrust his hips forward, his cock and balls swaying
provocatively.
By the tenth lash, duly counted by the audience, Lars was on fire and
losing the ability to stifle the screams rising in his throat. By fifteen he
was crying out with each blow, finally saying, "Alright, I'll do it."
The whip mistress continued her methodical abuse of his ass as the deep
voiced master said, "You are sadly lacking in the degree of enthusiasm required
of a slave. If you have not adjusted your attitude by the count of twenty five,
you will receive twenty five more in a more sensitive location."
"Crack," - "Twenty."
Lars' weight was nearly all on his wrists, his legs no longer able to
support him. The men in front of him sported various sized erection, and to the
mortification of Lars' dazed mind, his own cock rose stiff and pointing toward
his waiting sex partners. He groaned in defeat and said, "Please fuck my ass
and let me suck your cocks. I am sorry for not showing enthusiasm before. I
want your cocks, please give me a hard fucking in my ass and mouth."
Lars was appalled by the reaction he was having, unable to keep the pain
and degradation from giving him a hard on of almost painful proportions. He had
always been revolted by the idea of sexual contact with another man, and yet,
knowing he was helpless to stop them, the idea of other men raping his mouth and
asshole was making the skin of his scrotum tingle. "What kind of pervert are
they turning me into?" he asked himself silently.
The hooded masters anchored a saddle in front of Lars' wife and
daughter, then took him down and strapped him on his back with his hips over one
side and his upper back hanging over the other side. His arms were drawn down
and shackled to the base so his back was arched to leave his head hanging down
at crotch level. Lars was thanking his yoga teacher by the time they finished
with his legs, leaving him trussed to chains from overhead beams which stretched
his legs up above his hips and spread apart farther than most mens' muscles and
tendons would accommodate.
A hooded woman strapped a leather collar to the base of his ball sack,
cinching it tight to make his testicles bulge beneath tightly stretched skin. A
long cord was fastened to a ring on this collar and passed through a pulley
hanging several feet above his hips. To the dangling end of the cord they
attached a five pound weight. When the woman released the weight Lars' sack was
pulled straight up and his stiff cock lay against his belly. Lars' pained
expression was replaced by a groan of pleasure as the hooded amazon grasped his
shaft, raised it and masturbated him slowly for the onlookers' amusement.
Kim and her mother looked at Lars, secretly eager for the depraved show
to begin. Two of the waiting men were selected by the black hoods. Both
sported full erections of at least seven inches. The second amazon beckoned one
of them toward Lars' ass and reached out to spread lubricant around the head and
first few inches of the rapist's shaft.
She guided his glistening tool to Lars' hairless rectal opening, rubbing
the tip against the tightly crinkled skin. Giving the man's ass a smack with
her other hand brought a quick lunge of his hips, sinking the first few inches
of his thick cock into Lars' tight anal canal. Lars jerked at the painful
invasion of his virgin hole, bringing a sudden ache in his testicles as his
movement caused the collar to pull sharply upward.
Delighted by the tightness of Lars' virgin asshole, the master drew out
to the entrance, then slammed in, sinking deeper into Lars' bowels with each
thrust. Lars was stunned at how good this was feeling. Yes it was painful, but
from the first stroke he knew that it was going to prime his nuts for an
explosive cum if the woman would just keep jacking him off for a few more
minutes.
As he felt himself approaching an epic orgasm a cock was suddenly poised
in front of his inverted face, demanding entry at his mouth. Lifelong
conditioning took over as he closed his lips tightly and shook his head no.
Instantly the hand left his prick and a moment later slapped agonizingly against
his suspended scrotal sack. Lars bellowed in gut wrenching agony, feeling his
wind knocked out in an explosive burst. The fat cock head plunged into his
gaping mouth, muffling the last of his yell and turning it into a loud gagging
sound. Hands gripped the sides of his head, holding him fast as the master
brutally fucked down his captive throat.
There was no art or subtlety on either side, just brute force intended
to break Lars to cock sucking. "Suck my dick, slave, suck it good. If you
don't want your balls turned into a punching ball you'll apply some talent to
your job." The man stopped his jackhammer assault and pulled out of Lars mouth.
Laying the back of his cock against Lars' mouth he said, "Lick my shaft, show me
how much you like my cock." Lars had learned his lesson. Without hesitation he
treated the wet pole like a piece of hard candy, licking and nibbling the length
as the master rotated his hips to move his tool up and down, enjoying the tongue
licking from his ball sack to his cock head. "Kiss the head," he ordered,
presenting the tip to Lars' mouth.
Feeling deep humiliation under the eyes of his watching wife and
daughter as he realized he was becoming a willing participant, Lars puckered his
lips and planted a kiss on the bulbous head, following up by darting his tongue
out to run it around the silken knob. When the master moved his hips forward he
found welcome. Lars was responding to the hand which had come back to his
shaft, and even more to the erotic heat of the sliding tool in his ass. He
wanted the cock in his mouth, wanted to explore every bit of its turgid shaft.
Lars realized that somewhere deep down he relished the idea of making the master
cum in his mouth.
The cock in his ass suddenly began to piston in and out with a jerky
urgency. Lars gripped and released it with his rectal muscles, enjoying the way
the vein covered shaft rippled up and down his sensitive passage. The incessant
pressure against his prostate was driving Lars closer and closer. The invader
finally erupted, filling his colon with hot semen. Moments later the cock in
his mouth began to spasm, ropy jets of salty jism filling Lars mouth. He had no
choice but to swallow again and again, yet sticky rivulets still leaked out the
corners of his grasping mouth.
The hand on Lars' fleshy sword moved to the glands below the head.
Clamping down sharply, Lars felt his coming orgasm reverse as the woman said,
"Slave, you are not to come without permission, to do so will result in severe
punishment. You are here to make your masters come, not for your own amusement.
Is that understood?" Before Lars could respond she administered another gut
wrenching blow to his bound testicles. This time Lars stifled a scream. When
he began to regain his breath he gasped, "Yes, mistress, I understand."
As the ache in his balls subsided enough for his muscles to unclench,
two more cocks invaded Lars. This time he was ready and willing, eager to
experience the effects of cooperating with the aroused cocks. Mindful of the
threat of the mistress, however, he was determined to keep his own arousal below
the threshold.
Lars struggled to keep from shooting his load through the stimulating
ordeal of two more cocks coming in his ass and two more filling his mouth.
Wet towels were used to clean his face and oozing butt hole before they
chained him once more between Karen and Kim.
The deep voiced master took Lars' still rigid penis in his hand and
announced, "Here is the evidence that this slave loves cock sucking, now we
shall see how he likes watching his wife take twenty five strokes between her
legs."
Karen gasped "Noooo."
"Silence slut. We do not reward betrayal, we discourage it by making
the punishment more severe." Karen struggled as they took her down and forced
her over the saddle on her back. Her arms were cuffed behind her back and
beneath the saddle on one side, with her legs forced wide apart and drawn back
under on the other side, arching the supple beauty into an erotic gymnastic
pose. Her ankles were shackled in place to keep her tautly stretched.
One of the hooded women procured a set of nipple clamps with foot long
chains attached. Taking Karen's left nipple into her mouth after lifting her
hood, she brought the thimble sized knob to swollen erection. The mistress
quickly applied the clamp, bringing a cry of pain as the teeth bit into tender
flesh. When both clamps were in place the mistress tested them by taking a
chain in each hand and pulling up. "Eoww," Karen whined as her magnificent
breasts stretched into oddly shaped cones of flesh. Another woman then assisted
by forcing Karen's head forward and holding it till the chains were pulled taunt
and clipped to a ring on the front of her collar. When the woman let go of her
head Karen found that if she relaxed her neck the nipple clamps bit down and
stretched her tits toward her head.
The other hooded masters had not been idle during the clamping. They
produced a metal contraption that looked like a perversion of a car jack. Its
base was clamped to the floor beneath Karen's thighs. A foot pedal stuck out a
few inches above the floor. It activated a pipe that emerged from the base, and
from the top of this rose a curving ten inch dildo. It tapered from a thick
root to a thinner rounded tip. One of the masters began pumping the foot pedal
as the other two adjusted Karen's hips to bring the tip of the dildo against her
anal opening. There was no resisting the assault of the fake cock as it moved
into her back passage, with a clicking sound signaling fractions of an inch
being inserted each time the foot pedal was depressed.
Karen began to moan as the invader pressed deeper into her bowels, the
ever thickening shaft stretching her sphincter muscles beyond endurance. When
her anal opening would give no further Karen's ass began to rise with every
click, each fraction of an inch thrusting her already elevated pubic mound
higher above the curve of her arching hips and thighs.
Karen had never experienced anything so erotic. Though dreading the
thought of the lash on her exposed pussy, the pain emanating from her asshole
and nipples had already turned the corner into delicious arousal. "Just one
minute with a cock in my pussy would be heaven," she thought to herself.
Kim was taken down then and her wrists were cuffed behind her back.
They led her to her mother and instructed her to straddle Karen's face. Karen
was ordered to service her daughter and prepare her for the loss of her
virginity. When she had settled her pussy gently on her mother's mouth. Karen
tenderly explored Kim's baby smooth labia.
Two of the older women members came to Kim's sides and began fondling
her tits, squeezing the lovely mounds, then pinching and twisting her pink
aureole and nipples just hard enough for the discomfort to add to Kim's arousal.
One of the hooded men appeared beyond the Karen's widespread thighs,
holding a many tailed whip in his hand. Karen's body convulsed in agony an
instant after the strands of the whip flailed down on her thrusting mons and
labia, painting the white mounds and pink inner folds with bright red marks.
Karen's scream was muffled by Kim's pussy. The abused mother tried to rotate
her head back and forth between her daughter's thighs, only adding to her pain
as the nipple clamps tugged at her resisting tit flesh. The frenzied movement
added to Kim's arousal and she pressed her sex harder against her mother's
wailing mouth, the force of her weight pushing Karen's head back and further
distorting her captive breasts.
Just hours ago Kim would have been hysterical with fear and loathing,
now she reacted to the blow against her mother's most tender flesh with a wave
of arousal, making her forget anything but her own desire. Heedless of the
rules and relishing the sight and sounds of her mother's torture, she said,
"Suck me mom, put your tongue in me."
With slow and rhythmic motions the hooded giant struck blow after blow,
the force of the whip driving Karen's pelvis down and forcing the colon filling
dildo still deeper into her tortured anal passage. Mercifully, only a few of
the strokes made contact with Karen's increasingly erect clitoris. When a
strand of the whip did strike the little shaft Karen's whole body would spasm in
agony. It was an amazing testament to female sexuality that the swollen nub
kept coming back thicker and longer after each blow, eagerly seeking more abuse.
Kim climaxed three times during the whipping, and before the last blow
struck it was apparent that Karen was massively aroused as well. The evidence
was the droplets of cunt juice that splattered outward each time the thongs
split the outer labia and struck the streaming pink inner folds.
Still blazing with pain and sore beyond imagining, Karen's taut belly
muscles clenched with delight when the whip was replaced by a raging hard on.
In one forceful stroke a thick cock penetrated her cunt to the hilt, making her
cry out in pain as the man's pelvis slapped against her super sensitive pussy
lips and clitoris. A bone shattering orgasm swept through her loins before her
rapist began the outward leg of his first stroke. Karen had already entered a
pain induced altered state of consciousness, and the first blissful insertion of
cock meat sent her crashing into yet another space where ecstacy ruled.
Kit was pulled away and another cunt mashed down on her face. This time
the woman riding her face grabbed the nipple chains and pulled on them to get
more contact between her cunt and Karen's mouth. The woman delighted in the way
this stretched the abused nipples and pulled the tortured flesh into elongated
cones. The prick suddenly pulled out of her grasping cunt, shooting load after
load of hot semen on her belly. Moments later a new assailant slid into her
gaping snatch and began pounding away.
Karen lost track of cocks and cunts, her entire being focused on the
drawn out explosion of her orgasm. Primed by pain and ignited by the biological
stimulation of fucking, the resulting detonation lifted her into a new dimension
of sexual release.
