Message-ID: <1632eli$9706241809@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tommy@tommys.spydernet.kom Subject: Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club (Chap 7) 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: NSTC07.TXT (374 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.7 (B/D,S/M.gr.,teen) CHAPTER 7 It felt great. Connie was confident she could endure the fifty cuts of the whip. She was stretched so tightly in the frame that absolutely no movement was possible. Bill had rubbed and patted her ass after he had spun her into position, and Connie had sucked in her breath in surprise. She could hardly even clench her cheeks together. Her skin was so tight and sensitive she could feel the breeze from the air conditioner moving across her exposed flesh, blowing against the fine, light-colored hairs and tickling her. Connie could not see her husband in this position so she was not prepared when the first blow smacked against her meaty ass cheek with an ear splitting splat. It burned like she had been touched with a red hot branding iron. Bill rained ten hard blows across Connie's ass in rapid succession leaving the woman panting to control herself. "Christ. This hurts," Connie thought to herself. She was choking back tears and breathing rapidly, trying to keep a scream from tearing from her throat. Her ass burned and throbbed. She felt the heat rising from her smooth globes and knew they were now a deep crimson color. What was more important to Connie was the fire she felt deep inside her, in the pit of her stomach, spreading through her entire pelvic area, affecting her pussy and even making her tits and nipples hard. Bill moved his target area to the small of her back. The whip cracked against the groove of her spine, from her tailbone to the area between her shoulders. The pain was more intense but somehow seemed easier to bear. Connie relaxed and took the pain deep inside her. Because of the proximity, this series of cuts affected her tits more than her pussy. By the time he stopped to rest Connie was a quivering mass of jangled nerve endings, waiting for enough stimulation to trigger her first orgasm. Bill knew enough to make her wait. While he was waiting for his wife to calm down, Bill spun the frame, angling her head down toward the floor and raising the wide "Vee" of her thighs and pussy. He was preparing to whip her thighs with the next few strokes. The whip cracked against the back of Connie's thigh. Pain exploded through her entire body. Stars appeared behind her closed eyes and she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out. Her thighs had always been very sensitive. When she had been a little girl, her mother had used a thin switch to punish her. Even then, she had felt it most when the switch had cut into the backs of her thighs. It soon had her dancing and crying, promising to be good. Now that she was grown and had discovered that agony could also cause great pleasure, the searing stabs of pain as the whip snapped against her creamy thighs caused the juices in her cunt to gush. Bill, Kim, and Rosie had a clear view of her winking pussy as it worked, convulsing in unison with the waves of torment coursing through her widespread, taunt, body. Connie felt her desire build each time the cruel leather strap beat against the soft flesh of her thighs. As Bill focused on the more sensitive inner portion of her thighs, the woman knew she was nearing a climax. "Just a few more strokes," she thought. "If he hits my pussy I'll cum so hard I'll probably tear my limbs out of their sockets. I'm so near, so close to cumming. Please," she begged silently, "hit me just a little harder." It was almost as if Bill was reading her mind. He stopped abruptly, spinning her head over heels, until her angle was reversed, leaving her tits, stomach, and pussy fully exposed to the abuse of the whip. "That's enough for that position. You have twenty strokes coming. I'll let you rest a moment then we'll see how you react to having your tits and pussy whipped." Connie moaned out loud. "Please, Master. Don't make me wait. I need it now. Make me cum. Whip my tits, beat me, use that whip as hard as you can!" "Silence, Slave!" he barked. "I'll decide when to whip you and how hard it's going to be." Bill spoke to Kim and Rosie, although Connie heard and shivered in anticipation. "I'm going to split the last twenty by giving her five on each tit, five on her stomach. The last five will hit right on her pussy." Rosie's hands moved instinctively to cover her large tits, protecting them from the pain she knew her neighbor was about to experience. Kim squeezed her sleek thighs together, imagining the agony of being whipped between her legs, having the thick leather slap against the soft folds of her virgin cunt. Kim shuddered, just thinking about it, but she was very excited knowing she was going to see it happen to Connie. Connie could only wait, her body quivering with anxiety. She knew it was going to hurt, but she desperately wanted Bill to continue. The force of the first blow caught her by surprise. It drove the hard nubbin of her erect nipple deep into her soft breast flesh. Connie's eyes widened, her mouth gaped, and strange, mewing, animal sounds gurgled out of her. She was too stunned to scream. The pain was more intense than anyone could have possibly imagined. It felt as if her tit was being torn from her body. The second blow flattened her other tit, causing the same, penetrating flash of anguish. One more crushing blow on each tortured mound of pulsating breast flesh sent the woman off into a world of her own. Her eyes had rolled back, her mouth hung slack, saliva drooling down the side of her face. She saw and heard nothing, she only felt. What she felt was indescribable. The pain seemed to race around her body, finally centering deep inside her. It turned her inside out, exposing all the nerve endings. Her whole body burned like she was immersed in boiling water. Her tits went completely numb, refusing to accept any more abuse, although Bill continued to slap her tender mounds with the strap. By the time she became aware of her surroundings again she realized he had already finished punishing her soft, white stomach and had spun her so that she was almost turned upside down. Bill was standing between her wide spread legs, looking into her gaping pussy, which was wet from the thick juice that leaked continuously from her slick love tunnel. Connie stared, almost in disbelief, as the heavy leather strap crashed into her most private and sensitive area. The wet, soggy sound of leather striking moist soft flesh, reached her ears at almost the same time the pain reached the center of her brain. "Yes," she hollered, at the top of her lungs. "Yeeesssssss! I'mmmmmmm cummmiiiinnnngg!" she shrieked. She no longer felt the pain. Every cell in her body exploded in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. It didn't subside. Every time Bill hit her pussy with the strap her orgasm spiraled higher, starting at the point her last one had peaked. This was heaven. Connie had never felt such ecstasy. Rosie and Kim envied the woman as they stared into her palpitating pussy, seeing the steady stream of white, frothy, cum oozing from between the delicate folds of her red, puffy, labia. Each time the strap struck, the lips flattened, further exposing the erect, vibrating, tissue of the woman's clit to the abuse of the whip. This tiny collection of pure nerve endings that served as the core of a woman's sexual being was receiving maximum stimulation, sending Connie into paroxysms of orgasmic bliss. Connie had been moved to an upright position when she finally recovered. She was sore, not only from the strapping, but also internally, where her muscles had contracted violently from the orgasms. Bill released her arms and legs from the cuffs and helped her get down. Connie found it difficult to stand on her own. Her legs were so weak they refused to hold her. Bill helped her to a chair and settled her in it. He tied her wrists to the arms of the chair and her ankles to the chair legs. Connie was disappointed when he told her about how she had screamed and lost the contest. She hadn't remembered screaming, in fact, she hadn't remembered much after Bill had started using the strap on her tits. Rosie was the next to undergo the torture of the strap. She had chosen to take forty blows. The woman shivered with anticipation as Bill stripped her and fastened her in the frame. Watching Connie's punishment had filled the woman with dread, but had also started her juices flowing from excitement. She had no idea if she could take her strapping without screaming, but she was ready to try. Bill chose to split her forty whacks half and half. There would be twenty to the ass, thighs, and back, and the remaining twenty to her front, concentrating on her huge, fleshy tits. He knew from experience that Rosie really liked having her breasts abused. The first ten pops on her plump ass cheeks had Rosie gritting her teeth and moaning. Her ass was on fire and the flames were already beginning to flicker in her pussy. She could feel the juice seeping out, making her cunt lips slick. Each time the leather strap smacked her ass, her nether lips rubbed against each other and the erect, female-prick of her clit, sending waves of sexual titillation coursing through her veins. By the time Bill spun the frame, exposing her front to the lash, Rosie was panting, extremely aroused. Her tits were engorged with blood, firming them, and making them sit on her chest with little sag. Her nipples stood out from the brown, puckered areolae like soldiers at attention. They begged to be kissed, and Bill was not going to disappoint them. He intended to kiss them repeatedly with the strap. "Crack." The sound reminded Connie of the sound of a well-hit baseball as it left the bat. She watched the muscles in her husband's arm and shoulder bunch as he swung the strap again and again at the poor, suffering woman. There was nothing she could do for her neighbor, and she seriously doubted if the woman would welcome her interference, although she was now screaming, begging for Bill to stop. Connie felt proud that she had at least made it until he whipped her pussy before breaking down. Bill knew Rosie was not pretending. He was putting almost full force behind each of his blows. The strap dug into her tits, flattening them. They jiggled and rolled around her chest as he pulled back preparing for the next strike. Bill changed her position for the next few cuts of the strap. With her feet high in the air and her head almost touching the floor, Rosie's tits rolled back on her shoulders, almost touching her face. The soft, creamy-white, and extremely sensitive undersurface was now exposed. When Bill directed the strap to this area, Rosie nearly went insane. "Nooooo!! Oh Goooddddd. I can't stand it. Stoopppp. Please, ssssttoopppp. You're killing meeeeee!" Rosie was shrieking. Her voice had gone hoarse and gravelly. Tears poured from her eyes. Her head whipped from side to side as she tried to shake off the terrible pain that raced through her body each time the strap snapped violently against the smooth skin that had seldom seen daylight, much less the cruelty of the whip. Rosie wasn't fooling anybody, least of all, her daughter. Kim watched, with wide eyes, as her mother's tits turned pink, then red, then a dark, splotchy purple. She knew the agony her mother was feeling, but she also saw the copious flow of thick, love-juice trickling from Rosie's pussy, soaking her long, silky, pubic hair, and coating her pelvis and stomach. Her mother was hot . . . sluttishly, whorishly, cum-crazed hot. When the strap hit squarely on her pussy lips, the lubrication from Rosie's pussy flew in all directions. Rosie bit her lip, drawing blood, as skyrockets went off behind her eyes. The release she had been waiting for, a climax of epic proportions flooded over her. They all watched as her stomach muscles knotted, giving it the classic washboard effect. Her toes curled, and the tendons in her thighs stood out. They could see her entire body vibrating like a tuning fork. Her pussy clenched and relaxed. It looked like a wet, toothless mouth chewing a tough piece of meat. Cum was actually shooting out of her cunt in several thick, syrupy, ropes. Bill had never seen a woman ejaculate like a man. He was so fascinated, he almost forgot to finish her strapping. Rosie never felt the last blows. Her brain finally shut down, unable to process pleasure of such intensity and duration. She passed out for several minutes. By the time Rosie regained her senses she had been removed from the frame and tied in a chair like her neighbor. Although her eyes were still glassy, she could see her daughter had taken her place in the frame and Bill was preparing to introduce the young girl to the joys of the strap. "Please, Master. Do it as hard as you did to Connie and my mother," Kim said. "I know you took it easy on me before. This time, I want to feel what they felt. I know it will hurt. I'll probably scream and beg for you to stop, but I saw what it did for them at the end. I know that great pain brings even greater pleasure and I'm willing to suffer anything for the pleasure I saw in them." Bill let her speak. He could see how scared she was by the way she trembled. The passion in her voice told him she was being sincere and he decided to give her what she wanted. Although she had asked for the fewest blows, taking thirty hard cuts from the thick leather strap was no small undertaking. A quick spin of the frame positioned the frightened girl with her face to the floor and her bottom high, ready for the strap. Bill saw her buttocks squeeze together in anticipation. He waited for her to relax then quickly snapped the weapon against one of her milk-white globes. A wide, red, stripe, marred the otherwise perfect appearance of the young girl's plump, but very firm ass. With perfect control, Bill overlapped each stripe with the next, leaving her previously unblemished hemispheres blazing red and fiery hot. It was the heat that amazed Kim. Nothing her mother had ever done to her compared with the burning she felt now, and it transferred right into her equally hot pussy. "Harder," she moaned. "Burn my ass. Bury that strap right in my asshole. I want you to whip my tits and pussy, just like you did to them." Bill didn't answer her, but did manage to land two hard blows in the deep crease of her gorgeous ass. He thought, "If she wants her asshole blistered, that's what I'll do. If she gets pleasure from that, we'll have to see how she likes getting fucked up the poop chute." Kim was, in fact, experiencing great pleasure. When the first blow split her ass cheeks and popped loudly against her sphincter, rockets shot off in her head. Her ass was sensitive and she had often masturbated by inserting various objects up her ass. The second blow produced no pain, just jarring bolts of electricity racing through her body. They seemed to run from her ass to her pussy, up to her tits, then back again. She came. She moaned loudly as she hit each peak. Tremors ran through her. Bill was afraid she might injure herself by jerking so hard against the frame. Rosie and Connie knew it was only the beginning for the young nymph. Once Bill began to work on her tits and pussy with the strap, she would soar to heights of orgasmic bliss she had never known existed. They were right. Her tits had the weight and contour of maturity but the firmness and sensitivity of youth. When the strap landed squarely on her left nipple, the color changed instantly from a soft coral-pink to a dark, purplish, red. Searing, white-hot, heat coursed through her, exploding behind her eyes. "Eeeeaaahhhh!" the tortured teen yelled. "Again. Burn my tits with that strap. Hit me again, haaarrderrrrrr!" Her unseasoned nipples felt like they had been touched with the lit end of a cigarette. Her tit flesh was so hard it barely flattened with each slice of the whip. With every burning blow, Kim soared, spiraling upward on the crest of a tidal wave of ecstasy. Her young and overactive glands were secreting so much vaginal fluid that it spilled from her tight pussy and ran in rivulets down her stomach, coating even her firm mounds of tit flesh. Every time the strap landed droplets of the slick, odoriferous, liquid flew in all directions. The scent of pure, animal-like, lust permeated the air. Kim was too far gone to even realize her pussy was being mauled by the strap. She floated in a sea of orgasms, her body consisting of only raw, exposed nerves, which continuously ignited, burned like a fuse, then exploded, showers of pure euphoria saturating her mind and body. Bill's raging hard-on demanded relief. His balls ached, swollen from the buildup of spunk. He couldn't help smiling to himself. He hadn't had a case of "blue balls" since high school. What he really wanted was to plunge his stiff rod into the still spasming body of his youngest slave, but knew she would be disappointed to discover she had been deflowered and hadn't even known it. Connie had only sucked his cock a few times in their marriage and had never swallowed his cum. Bill decided Rosie would tongue his balls and asshole while using her talented hands to keep him from shooting off too soon. Connie would remain tied- up, forced to take his cock all the way down her throat until he came, pouring his jism right into her belly. By the time they finished Kim had fully recovered. The adults all agreed that the youngest member of the group had fulfilled her contract and deserved to be granted the favor. She had yelled, but she had yelled for more, and that certainly was the spirit, if not the letter, of the contest. Bill was the most shocked over her request. He had assumed she would ask to dominate one or both of the women. Instead, she asked for Jimmy to be allowed to join their next session. After much argument, it was Connie who settled the matter. "Rosie and Kim have managed to do this without complications. I see no reason we couldn't do the same with Jimmy, besides, if this is to be a regular occurrence, it will be easier to include him than try to hide it from him." They discussed several plans, finally deciding that catching the boy in a trap would be the best. Although they were all exhausted, and the ladies extremely sore, they agreed to put the plan into action the next day. Rosie dressed then went to her house to get some cream that she guaranteed would take the soreness out of them and have them ready for anything in twenty-four hours. Rubbing on the cream brought on a little girl play, but they were all too tired to get very serious about it. Rosie and Kim both got dressed and went home. Bill and Connie stayed in the basement talking for about an hour then dressed and went upstairs, falling into a deep sleep when their heads hit the pillows. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. Please email adultarc@tommys.spydernet.kom to trigger an autoresponder that will tell you how to get the whole thing on CD-ROM. Change the anti-spam .kom to .com or it will bounce! (2) I didn't write any of the stories in the THC archive. 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