Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club
CHAPTER 9
It took a while for it to sink in, but Jimmy was not stupid. He
began to realize that Kim, Rosie, and his mom, were enjoying the
punishment they were getting. It was also obvious from his huge
erection that his dad was enjoying himself as well. They all seemed
just a little too comfortable with what should have been a very
tense situation, and the sexual overtones were too intense to
overlook.
Unable to contain himself, Jimmy had rushed to answer the door when
the bell rang, promptly at seven o'clock. He openly gawked at Kim and
her mother.
Rosie's massive tits billowed out from the brief halter top that
barely managed to cover her brown nipples. Her soft, cushy thighs
bulged slightly around the snug elastic legs of extremely tight, and
scanty, Spandex shorts. Very tall stiletto heels gave her thighs and
calves a beautiful, shapely, appearance.
Kim had chosen to accent her youth. Her hair was done up in
dog-ears. She wore a loose, frilly, peasant blouse and demure cutoff
jeans. Ankle socks and Reboks finished the look, making her seem even
younger than she was. She knew that men, especially older men like
Bill, really turned on when a pretty young girl came on to them.
In his haste to get to the door Jimmy had not even noticed his
mother. When he brought their guests into the living room, he stopped
dead in his tracks. Strained gurgling sounds came from his gaping
mouth.
His mother was completely naked, except for the wide collar around
her neck! Connie was hanging by her wrists from the exposed beams
that ran across their ceiling! Her ankles were circled by lengths of
rope that ran to pieces of heavy furniture. This kept her legs spread
wide. Jimmy saw clothespins clipped to each of her nipples, mashing
them flat, and giving them a swollen, distorted appearance. She was
shaking her tits, trying to dislodge the awful, biting devices that
were causing her so much pain. He also noticed clothespins gripping
her labia as well, one on each side and one at the top, where he knew
her clitoris to be. Her hips swished back and forth continuously, as
much as her position allowed, showing how much pain they were
causing to her most sensitive area. Tears ran down her cheeks, and
she was making soft animal-like noises.
The young boy got a hard-on immediately. She was beautiful! He was
sorry that she was hurting so much, but he couldn't tear his eyes
away from her. A naked woman, suspended in the air, has to be the
most beautiful thing in the world, he thought. He pictured Kim and
Rosie in the same position. If all three of them were like that he
would just sit and look at them for hours.
The plan called for the bondage and discipline to begin upstairs.
They had all thought it would be best to get the ball rolling before
letting Jimmy see all the equipment in the basement-dungeon. Bill had
gathered a few common items he could use until they moved downstairs
to the more exotic pieces of equipment. Rope and clothespins were
already evident on Connie while belts, scarves, rubber bands, and
some other items were on the coffee table.
Rosie was still playing her role. She walked over to Bill,
exclaiming, "I'm here like you ordered. Let's get this over with if
you haven't changed your mind."
"I haven't changed my mind. As you can see, my wife is going to be
joining you. She has also been indiscrete, and fair is fair. If you
and Kim are to be punished, then she must be as well. Jimmy, tie Kim
in that chair. I want her to watch what happens to women who take
advantage of men. It may make her own lesson more meaningful when I
get to her later."
Although inexperienced, Jimmy went about his task with enthusiasm
while his father concentrated on Rosie. Bill decided Rosie's high
heels made it unnecessary to suspend the woman as he had done to
Connie. He tied lengths of rope around each delicate ankle then ran
the rope to pieces of furniture, forcing her legs wide apart, almost
causing her to lose her balance. It was very difficult to stand in
tall high heels with your feet so far apart.
He removed her halter top exposing her huge knockers, Bill wrapped a
rope tightly around her wrists. The free end was thrown over a rafter
then pulled taut, causing Rosie to stand on her toes, enhancing her
precarious position. Jimmy noticed, with glee, that it also took most
of the sag out of her pendulous tits, making them stand up and out on
her chest.
Bill walked around the bound woman, surveying his handiwork. "What
will it be, my cradle-robbing neighbor?" he questioned, more to
himself than to the poor stretched woman. "Clothespins on those huge
tits and nipples like my incestuous, nymphomaniac wife? I think not.
You'd barely feel it. We need to think up a way to make those udders
more sensitive."
Of course, Bill was more than aware of how much Rosie enjoyed having
her tits abused. He also knew her nerve endings were buried deeper
than most women, and it took a lot of punishment to bring her to the
same pain level as a woman with more average measurements.
He took a roll of thin nylon cord and began circling one of her
tits. Starting at the base, he worked his way toward the nipple,
making each loop successively tighter. By the time he got halfway,
Rosie's entire areola was a dark chocolate brown. The pucker had
disappeared, giving it a puffy, swollen appearance. Her nipple had
elongated, protruding almost two inches. Blood had been trapped in
the free area, changing her tit from milk-white to a deep red color.
Jimmy especially enjoyed seeing it bulge around the cord, much as a
balloon would if you squeezed it in the middle.
In just a few minutes, Bill had made Rosie's tits into a matched
pair, pulsating and highly sensitive. Rosie was having a hard time
disguising her delight. She had seldom been so aware of her tits. Her
attention was entirely focused on them. The tingle she felt there was
transferred right into her dampening pussy, which was already
soaking the crotch of her Spandex shorts.
Bill left her alone to contemplate her tits and how it would feel
when he started torturing them. He turned his attention to his wife,
who was grunting like a wild animal in heat. The clothespins biting
into her most tender spots had driven Connie to the brink of orgasm.
She was throwing her body around, pulling at her ropes, trying to
create enough stimulation to send her over the top, but always
coming up just a little short. Connie was in pain, horny, and
frustrated. In short, she was just where Bill wanted her to be!
He yanked the clothespins off one at a time. Tiny flashes of pain
exploded with each snap, as the clothespins finally gave up their
grip on small pieces of quivering flesh. These were immediately
replaced with a dull, aching throb as blood rushed into the crushed
area of sensitive skin. Connie yelped when her husband ripped the
clips from her nipples. A small orgasm rippled through her.
The clothespin attached to her clit caused the most pain, and
pleasure, as he pulled it slowly away, catching some of her pubic
hair in the process, and creating a turmoil in her loins. Her orgasms
were not satisfying. They merely whetted her appetite, making her
hungry for more, and were almost a form of torture themselves. She
was almost ready, nearing the place in her confused mind where she
lost all sense of dignity, responsibility, and self-control. Connie
was quickly becoming an animal, totally sexual, driven only by the
carnal desires of her twisted mind and tortured body.
Bill recognized the signs and left her alone. She needed to come
down a level or two and regain her composure. It was too early in the
evening to be this far along. He was a little confused about how she
had gotten so out of control. Connie had taken a lot more punishment
than this and still not lost it. He decided it was the situation.
Rosie, Kim, and the plan to include Jimmy, had all combined to
heighten her sensations, and elevate her reactions.
It was time to return to Rosie. She was into it almost as much as
Connie. Her tits were throbbing mounds of nerve endings. She could
feel the heat rising from them. Just the air moving across her
swollen glands caused the woman to twitch in anticipation. When Bill
ran his hands across her aching tit tips, electric sparks seemed to
fly, arcing from her nipples to the palms of his hands. A wanton,
lustful, moan echoed from deep inside her. She strained, pushing her
upper body forward, filling his hands with her hot, firm, tit flesh.
Bill reluctantly pulled his hands away and gazed deep into Rosie's
eyes. He saw hunger, pure unbridled, savage, lust in her smoky, gray
orbs. Without breaking his gaze, he suddenly, and without warning,
slapped her right breast. It was so firm from the bondage that it
hardly bounced. The sharp sound of the slap broke the silence in the
room . It was followed by a low guttural howl coming from Rosie as
the full effect of the blow worked its way around her body and
finally into her brain. Bill rained several more slaps on each of her
bound mammaries, staring into her eyes the entire time.
With each blow he saw the fire burn brighter through the mist that
clouded her eyes. Bill heard the urgency in her voice as she
continued to growl and moan. Rosie was a woman in heat. She was no
longer acting. She had forgotten Jimmy and Connie. For that matter,
she had also forgotten her daughter, Kim . For Rosie there was only
a Master and a Slave, Bill and her. She was his, and she wanted him
to hurt her. Rosie wanted, and needed, the pain.
Bill saw it in her eyes and heard it in her voice. The woman was
ready for some serious punishment. Until now they had been toying
with each other. Rosie had been more interested in getting him to
become the Master she wanted for herself and her daughter. Now that
everything was in place, she was ready for the games to begin. She
was no longer thinking about Kim or Connie or Jimmy. Now she wanted
it for herself. Rosie wanted to be dominated, humiliated, abused and
tortured, because this was the only way she could reach the
mind-numbing orgasms her body so desperately craved.
Kim was fighting against her ropes. The young girl wanted to be part
of the action, not just a voyeur. She had heard the emotion in her
mother's voice and knew it for what it was, a plea. Her mother wanted
to lose herself in the pain and humiliation. She wanted total
domination. Kim also recognized that Connie was practically there
already.
Both the older women were nearing the submissive state that would
allow them to derive almost infinite pleasure from whatever was being
done to them, the more painful and disgusting the better. Kim wanted
to experience that feeling herself. She was ready to be beaten,
forced into the same submissive state her mother and Connie had
entered.
Bill was ready to help her reach that goal. He had been enormously
turned on when he saw the outfit Kim had chosen to wear. It seemed to
fit the outrageous situation of the evening. His wife, his next door
neighbor and her daughter, and his son, all engaged in a kinky orgy
of sex, bondage, and torture!
Bill released Kim then took her place in the chair. He yanked the
young girl down over his lap and began to pound her ass with his
hand, giving her an old-fashioned spanking.
Kim was a little surprised at the force of the spanking. She had
been strapped, paddled, caned, whipped, and spanked with a hairbrush,
all of which had hurt gloriously, some more than others. An
over-the-knee hand spanking had seemed a bit tame to the
inexperienced girl, but she soon realized how wrong she had been! As
Bill's hand flattened her tight bottom time and again, the
stimulation soon forced it's way through her ass into the area in her
brain that signaled pain.
There was an added element to this position. Each spank pushed Kim's
juicing pussy against Bill's knee. The constant friction caused Kim's
tiny love bud to grow and push forward, out of its protective hood.
Successive spanks caused Kim to squeeze her buttocks together
tightly. This made her labia rub sensuously along the sides of her
exposed bundle of nerves and sent shudders of ecstasy up her spine.
After warming her ass for a while, Bill was ready for more. He
peeled down her cutoffs, leaving only her panties to protect her from
his malicious spanking hand. Kim felt the difference. It didn't seem
that one thin covering of material would matter so much, but it did.
After about five minutes he ripped her panties from her, leaving her
ass bare in the cool room. Kim became even more aware of how
important those layers of clothing had been.
His hand was a blur, pummeling her bouncing ass cheeks,
concentrating on first one, then the other. She was especially
thrilled when he rubbed her hot buns between spanks. He ran his hand
up and down her tight crack, squeezing her tense muscles gently,
using his finger tips to toy with the slick entrance to her love
tunnel. Kim thrashed around on his lap, scissoring her legs with each
spank, treating them to a good view of her virgin pussy, but also
exposing it to several slaps that missed the target of her moving
ass, but popped against her soggy pussy with a plop.
Each time it happened Kim froze, thrilling to the initial shock of
the pain that quickly turned to pure pleasure and raced around her
pelvis in waves. She was hunching, fucking an imaginary cock that
either Jimmy or Bill would have been happy to supply.
"Get your mother" Bill said to Jimmy, tossing him a dog leash.
"Fasten this to the collar around her neck and make her crawl back
here on her hands and knees."
While Jimmy was bringing Connie, Bill stripped Kim the rest of the
way. He wrapped rope around her wrists and tossed the loose end over
the rafters then pulled it taunt. Kim whimpered as she felt her toes
leave the carpet. She was hanging by her wrists. It hurt, but she
knew it would get much worse before the evening ended.
Jimmy was so excited that he was almost dragging Connie over to
where his father stood. He handed Bill the leash then stepped back,
openly ogling the naked female flesh around the room. He couldn't
decide which one he liked most. His mom was the most beautiful of the
three, but Rosie was the best endowed. Kim was his own age and had
been the primary image in his mind as he jacked off this past year.
Bill plopped down on the chair and jerked Connie's leash, pulling
her head into his lap. Involuntarily, she began mouthing his erection
through his pants.
"Take my pants off, slut. Use your whore mouth to do it. Here,
Jimmy," Bill said, tossing Jimmy a thin leather belt. "Pick one of
those hanging bitches and give her a good beating."
Jimmy caught the belt and turned to Kim and her mother. He was
unsure of himself and reluctant to hurt them. They had both been very
kind to him, giving him his first experience with sex, but he didn't
want to disobey his father.
This was when he realized that everyone was enjoying what was going
on. Rosie called to him, begging him to use the belt on her tits. Kim
asked him to use the belt on her thighs, back, and ass.
Jimmy made his decision. He was fascinated with Rosie's huge tits,
especially the way they looked now, circled with rope, firm, almost
hard, and beet red from the spanking Bill had given them. The woman's
nipples were hard, and protruded from her areolae a full two inches,
like two proud soldiers, standing at attention.
"Hit them" Rosie hissed through clenched teeth. "Burn them with that
belt. Make it hurt. Make me scream. I want you to hit hard enough to
make them bleed. DO IT." Her voice was high pitched and strident,
showing the urgency she felt.
Jimmy drew his arm back and swung. The first blow landed on top of
her right breast with a loud crack. A red line, about a half inch
wide, appeared almost immediately.
"Unnngghhh!" Rosie moaned. "Yesssss! That's it! Again. Do it again,
harder" the woman pleaded.
It was all the encouragement Jimmy needed. His arm became a blur as
he whipped Rosie's tits furiously. Her moans turned to yelps as each
blow cut into her aching tits. The boy got better with practice. He
was soon able to direct the tip of the belt right where he wanted it.
He noticed the older woman went crazy when he snapped the belt
against one of her nipples. She screamed maniacally. Her body froze
momentarily, then erupted with wild gyrations, causing Rosie to surge
frantically against the ropes. Saliva drooled down the corners of her
mouth. Rosie babbled, urging him on, raving about the pain, and
begging for mercy, all at the same time.
Jimmy slowed down. He allowed her to work through the pain and
pleasure of each well directed hit, then carefully snapped the belt
into the other cherry red and quivering tit tip.
Connie had finally managed to drag Bill's pants and jockey shorts
off with her teeth. She had his stiff cock buried in her throat. Her
nose bumped his pelvic bone, and his balls tickled her chin. She
heard her neighbor's screams and wild ranting. It made her pussy
spasm knowing it was her own son who was giving Rosie so much
pleasure.
Bill was getting the best blow job of his life. His wife held one of
his balls in each of her hands, gently milking them. Her tongue
alternately swirled around the purple head of his cock, then tried to
force it's way into the slit, which was oozing a constant stream of
clear, sticky, pre-cum. Connie had to keep swallowing because her
mouth filled with the pungent nectar. Occasionally she pursed her
lips and ran them up and down his thick, stiff, shaft, causing
ripples of pleasure to surge through him. Bill was fighting hard to
keep from exploding in his wife's mouth. He wanted to save his first
cum for Kim. Jimmy was going to get to watch his father take his
girlfriend's cherry!
Kim was enjoying herself. She was a little uncomfortable hanging by
her wrists with her ass still hot and throbbing, but she had a great
view. It was very exciting watching her boyfriend, Jimmy, wailing
away at her mom's tits with a belt while seeing her neighbors, Bill
and Connie, actively engaged in oral sex. She wished someone would
pay more attention to her, but she knew she would get more than her
share of the action before the evening was over.
Bill had picked up a leather strap and was absentmindedly slapping
Connie's ass with it while keeping his eyes glued to Rosie and his
son. He saw, with pride, that Jimmy was doing a good job on the
woman's tits. The way her body jerked against the ropes and the eerie
sounds coming from her mouth told him she was near cumming.
The look on his son's face told the whole story. Jimmy was
enraptured, totally involved in whipping Rosie's tits. Bill saw the
outline of his son's stiff cock straining against the front of his
jeans. Another wave of pleasure washed through his groin as Connie
ministered to his cock, reminding him that he needed to stop soon or
he would lose his load of cum in his wife's mouth instead of Kim's
tight pussy, as he had planned.
Bill called to Jimmy, telling him to stop whipping Rosie, and
grabbed Connie by the shoulders, pushing her back and away from his
pulsating cock.
"Noooooo! Don't stopppp! Pleeeeease don't stooooppppp!" Rosie
protested. She was so close, so hot and ready. If he blistered her
nipples just a few more times she would explode into the sweet
release she needed so badly.
Bill moved to Kim, untying her. He told Jimmy to strip and sit in
the chair, which the boy hurriedly did while Bill released Rosie.
Bill directed the younger girl to suck Jimmy's cock, while the three
adults explained what was going on to the confused boy. Jimmy
listened intently, although part of his mind was focused on the
wonderful sensations Kim was creating in his young, supercharged
cock.
By the time the cum boiled up from his balls into Kim's warm, wet,
mouth, Jimmy understood everything, and was convinced he was the
luckiest guy on earth and had the coolest parents in the world.
