Message-ID: <1630eli$9706241806@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tommy@tommys.spydernet.kom Subject: Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club (Chap 1) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: The THC Adult Text Archive: NSTC01.TXT (277 lines) Please do not allow anyone under 18 to read the contents of this message. BEFORE YOU EMAIL ME, Please see the footer for important information. Visit http://vvv.com/files/Authors/Tom/wwwmy/acd.html ========================================================================== Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club Ch.1(Mf,B/D,group,teen) CHAPTER 1 It was Friday night and there was a break in the action. Bill sat in a large leather chair, gazing at the three naked women he had bound in various positions in his basement "game" room, reflecting over the changes that had occurred in his life the past month. When Connie had confessed that she had been unfaithful and had discovered her need to be dominated and abused, he had felt his life was over. Confused, angry, and hurt, he had confided in his next door neighbor, Rosie, who seized the moment to both educate Bill and fulfill her own needs at the same time. He still got an erection when he remembered that afternoon and evening. It had started innocently enough. He had left the house in anger. Connie had just destroyed almost twenty years of marriage with her confession. He was shocked and disgusted. How could he have lived with such a sick woman all these years and never realized it? Pain was not something he associated with sexual pleasure. The idea that someone would enjoy being beaten and abused was completely foreign to him. Rosie was working in her yard and noticed how upset he was. She invited him in for a drink and provided a sympathetic ear as he related the story Connie had just told him. Rosie was a nurse who had originally come from England. She had a sixteen-year old daughter and was unmarried, Bill assumed she was divorced. After he had related his story he listened in amazement as his neighbor told him about her early years in England. She had been a slave, one of many who had made the same choice, in the harem of her Master. He had thrown her out when she got pregnant with Kim. They had immigrated to the United States to start a new life when Kim was very young. He might not have believed her and would have thought she was just trying to make him think more kindly toward Connie except that she had goaded and teased him into attacking her. Bill tied her and spanked her with various objects he found in her kitchen. He abused her tits unmercifully. It was obvious that Rosie enjoyed the pain, since she came almost constantly, and kept urging the man to do more. Bill realized he had never enjoyed sex more, although he thought it was a little perverse. Rosie could tell from their afternoon of debauchery that Bill was a natural Master who just needed some experience to unleash his imagination and gain confidence in his ability to dominate. The man also needed some help coming to grips with the fact that many women craved the domination and used the pain to reach heights of sexual fulfillment impossible by any other means. Rosie knew from Bill's story that Connie had discovered this, just as she had been lucky enough to find out for herself several years ago. A plan began forming in the back of her mind. If she could help Connie by turning Bill into the type of husband that could satisfy her strange new desires then maybe Connie would not mind sharing him. This way they could both have what they wanted and needed so badly. Kim had helped her by walking in on them. Rosie was tied spreadeagled on the kitchen table showing obvious signs of the beating she had taken. Her ass was beet red, her tits were tied tightly and still crisscrossed with red stripes from her tit whipping. Bill was slamming his hips into her while she moaned and cried, screaming for him to hurt her some more. Bill was mortified at being discovered, but Rosie saw it as fate. She and Kim had a very close relationship. Rosie had seen to her daughter's education, especially concerning sex. She had wanted to make sure that Kim grew up with a healthy attitude toward her body and knew how to get the most pleasure from it. Kim was technically a virgin. She had not yet had sex with a man, but was well aware of the pleasures a woman could give another woman. The young girl also knew how bondage and discipline could serve to heighten the already intense orgasms she could coax from her firm young body. After Kim went to her room, Rosie told Bill about her relationship with her daughter. This greatly eased his conscience. When Kim became a teenager they came to an agreement. Rosie did not want to be constantly disciplining her daughter for every minor broken rule or indiscretion, and Kim did not want her mother hassling her every day. They decided to initiate a punishment night. All the rules and expectations were written down and values were assigned according to the severity of the misbehavior. Each time Kim was guilty of breaking a rule or was caught in some impropriety Rosie recorded it but overlooked it at the time. At the end of each week, usually Friday night, they brought out the list and added the values. The total decided the penalty, which ranged from assigning extra chores or withdrawing privileges to more severe punishment such as spanking, whipping, or caning. Being from England, Rosie had no qualms about the virtues of corporal punishment. This system had worked out well for them both and was still in place although it had evolved over the last two years. Rosie noticed that Kim was reaching the major punishment stages more often. At first she had assumed this was natural. Most fourteen-year old kids tried to stretch their boundaries as much as possible. As it continued, she realized that Kim seemed to purposely do something at the end of the week that would ensure her going over the limit. That was when it finally hit her. She, of all people, should have seen it. Kim liked the corporal punishment! After discovering this, she began to watch Kim more closely during the punishment sessions. What she had surmised was correct. The young girl usually worked herself around so some blows landed right on her pussy lips. Rosie had felt guilty when this happened because she knew how painful it was and had assumed it was her fault. Rosie thought Kim's gyrations and screams were a result of the pain. Now she realized that it was because the girl was having an orgasm! Once Rosie became aware of what was happening she began slowly expanding Kim's horizons. She added bondage, much to her daughter's delight, and applied the discipline with more sexual overtones. The sessions were now blatantly sexual and no longer depended upon the list of infractions. The truth of the matter was, Kim was so happy and satisfied with her life that she rarely, if ever, got into trouble. They had even turned the tables a few times so Kim could see how her mother reacted to various forms of pain and abuse, although Kim was not strong enough or forceful enough to really get Rosie going. Rosie always made sure her daughter enjoyed several orgasms during each session. She stopped short of having oral sex with the girl but brought her off several times with her hands, although most of Kim's orgasms were a direct result of the pain and bondage. As she was telling him this story Bill had a hard time keeping his mind from drifting. He kept seeing the young girl and her mother tied up and waiting, willing to do anything their Master commanded, and he was the Master! The man was so lost in his reverie he almost missed it when Rosie said, "Tomorrow is her punishment night. Since she spied on the two of us I think it appropriate that we both administer the punishment. Actually, I probably deserve some punishment as well, since I practically forced you into such a compromising position. Would you honor us by taking the job of judge, jury, and chief executioner for the evening? If you agree, I can promise that what we did this afternoon will pale by comparison to what you will experience tomorrow. It is time for Kim to see how much a man can add to her enjoyment. I have given her about all that I can. I am, after all, submissive like her, and there are limits to what I can do. She needs the firm hand of a man, a Master, to continue her education. Will you be our Master?" Bill's answer changed his life. The instant he said yes he became a Master. The man may have lacked experience, but he more than compensated for it with eagerness. He went immediately to an adult bookstore and purchased several books and magazines dealing with the subject of bondage and discipline. He also spent a small fortune on various pieces of equipment that sparked his interest and imagination. After studying the material for most of the night, he knew he could use his wood-working and carpentry skills to build more elaborate devices as the need arose. Connie was confused. She had expected her husband to be angry. She was prepared for him to ask for a divorce, to be insulting, or to walk out, but she was not ready for him to go to his basement workshop and spend the day working at his hobby. Bill had even been almost pleasant at lunch, although she knew he was thinking about what she had told him because of the conversation. He asked her several embarrassing questions about her recent activities, focusing primarily on what had been done to her and what she had enjoyed most. She answered truthfully although she was afraid of how the information might affect him. Her husband seemed much more interested in what she had done and how it made her feel than with whom she had been doing these things. Bill never even questioned her about how she got involved or who she had been with during those evenings she hadn't been at home. It was very unlike Bill and it worried Connie. Bill wasn't the least bit curious about whom Connie had found to indulge her whims and fantasies, but he was extremely interested in what she had found the most satisfying. He wanted to know what he could do to get the best response from a woman and how he should act to turn them into his total sex slave. Her answers and his intuition formed the basis for how he began to style himself as a master. He knew his personality as a master would evolve as he gained more knowledge and experience but he was looking for a starting point. Bill had spent the morning in his basement thinking about how he would handle the coming evening's activities, and mentally setting up a few situations he thought would interest the three of them. The afternoon was devoted to building a few small items he intended to use that evening and to start on some blueprints for some larger and more complex devices to use in the future. Connie had as much as told him that she intended to continue with her new life, and his experience with Rosie had shown him that he wanted to be a part of the activity. By 6:30 Bill had showered, shaved, and packed what he needed for the evening. He still had a half hour before he was to be at Rosie's house. Connie had spent most of the day in her room and was unaware of what her husband had been doing. She was surprised when he told her through the door that he was going out and would probably be gone most of the evening. Although she knew she had no right, it made her angry and she stomped to the door to give him a piece of her mind. She yanked the door open and walked right into his waiting arms. Bill had anticipated her reaction and was prepared . He quickly twisted her around and snapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. He half-pulled and half-dragged her down the stairs into his basement while she tried to get away and protested angrily. "What in the Hell do you think you are doing? Let me go this instant. You can't do this. I'll call the police and have you arrested. LET ME GO! LET ME GO, RIGHT NOW!!!" "Shut-up, Bitch!" he snapped while he slapped her twice across the face. The blows were not hard, but were enough to split Connie's lip. A trickle of blood ran down her chin. She was stunned. In almost twenty years of marriage Bill had never raised a hand to her, in fact, he had hardly ever raised his voice, and he had just done both. Connie was afraid she had pushed him too far. If he could hit her, there was no telling what else he might do. The handcuffs, the face slapping, and the fear all combined to make Connie tingle all over. She was truly afraid, but she was also excited. It was a possibility, remote, for sure, but still possible, that her straight and boring husband might turn out to be exactly the type she had been looking for when she sought out the company of other men. She had found men willing to dominate her. There had been several who were eager to use and abuse her, but there had always been something missing. Connie knew what it was. There had been sex, wonderful, mind numbing, sex, but there was no relationship. None of the men, or women, for that matter, had been able to conquer her mind. She had given her body, but never her soul. Connie had been their toy but she had never truly been their slave. She was still desperately seeking the person who would take her and make her their own. Connie needed a Master. Bill interrupted her thoughts. "I've got someplace to go tonight. After all you have told me, I'm not sure I can trust you to stay here, so I've decided to make sure you can't go anywhere while I'm gone." While he was talking, Bill had been busy getting his wife situated on one of the devices he had built that afternoon. It was a large wooden "X" with wrist and ankle cuffs fastened at each end. He had seen it in a magazine he had bought. It was called a St. Andrew's Cross and had many possibilities. The victim could be easily placed on the cross while it was it was laying flat, then, depending upon which end was raised, would wind up with their head either up or down. Bill chose to position her with her head up, since he would not be there to monitor the situation, and upside down suspensions could be dangerous. This was also the reason he decided not to gag the woman. Besides, the basement was so well insulated that she would not be heard, no matter how loud she screamed. He did decide, however, that it would be okay to provide her a little distraction and give her some choice in deciding her fate. The cross had been built so that a two-inch thick dowel rod could be inserted right at the crotch area. When Connie relaxed her arms, her entire weight would be supported by the dowel rod, which would split her pussy lips. This would become very painful in just a few minutes. She would have to hold herself up with her arms to avoid it. Of course, her arms would tire eventually, leaving her no choice but to bear the pain in her cunt. Before leaving he attached alligator clips to each nipple with a small cord running from the clips to the end of the dowel rod. When Connie raised herself up to relieve the pressure on her pussy, the cord would pull taut, causing the clips to bite harder into her nipples. "Poor Connie" he said, chuckling to himself. "She can't win. She'll have to choose between pain in her tits or pain in her pussy. I almost wish I could stay here to watch her." He completed his work on his wayward wife by pulling a hood over her head. This would disable her visual senses and dull her sense of hearing. She would only be left with her sense of touch. The effect of the pain would be exaggerated. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Archivist Notes: (1) Sorry, no requests for reposts, missing parts, GIFs, FTP sites, etc. can be honored. If you find getting stories from this newsgroup inconvenient, the archive is available on CD. 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