Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club
CHAPTER 11
Bill had built an ingenious device that he planned to use on Rosie.
It was much like the stocks used on sinners in Pilgrim times, but
with a few modifications. The victim's hands and feet were locked
into cutouts in a long rectangular piece of wood. These holes were
fleece-lined to prevent chafing. Their hands were placed into the
inside holes and the feet in the outside ones. The length was
adjustable to allow for maximum spread, according to the size of the
hapless victim. Once secured, a rope was attached to a ring in the
wood. The victim would then be suspended, hanging by their feet and
hands with their body bent into a tight "vee" position. This
position stretched and tightened the skin across the victim's
buttocks and legs, and provided clear access to their thighs, pussy,
and ass.
Rosie was swinging gently, feeling a slight breeze rustling through
the coarse hair that surrounded her cunt. Her bruised tits were still
throbbing from the abuse they had felt earlier. In her upside down
position, they fell toward the floor, almost covering her face. Deep
red and purple stripes crisscrossed the underside of her globes, the
part that was usually a chalky-white color. They were the result of
Jimmy's caning, and the woman was still feeling the effects of that
punishment.
It was apparent from her position that her thighs, pussy, and ass
would be the next targets for Bill and Jimmy. Rosie could not
suppress the shudder than ran up her spine as she realized just how
open and vulnerable she was.
Kim was relatively unmarked from her previous session. Her ass was
still a little rosy from the thorough spanking she had gotten from
Bill. Her cunt lips were red and puffy from the whipping and the
fucking, but her back, thighs, and front were still pristine. What
Bill had in mind for her would soon take care of that.
The young girl was placed in the frame that Bill had used earlier
when the three of them had been strapped so violently. Kim still
remembered the experience as one of the most painful, yet exciting
punishments she had ever endured. She nervously chewed her lower lip
while trying to adjust to the extreme pressure on her joints, and
contemplated what was going to be done to her.
Now that the three ladies were in position, Bill was in no hurry to
continue. He remembered Rosie telling him that anticipation was the
best torture. Bill wanted them to have plenty of time. Time to
fantasize about the horrible things he could do to them, and time to
test their bonds so they would be absolutely sure there was no
possible way to escape.
Connie was ready for whatever was coming. The pain of the plastic
plug in her ass had turned to pleasure. The joint where her arms met
her shoulders was screaming from the unrelenting pressure. Connie had
no way to relieve the strain, and she knew she would have to keep
very still when her husband started caning her ass or she could
easily pull her arms right from their sockets.
Jimmy watched his dad testing a few of the thin, whippy, canes. The
boy had seen how effective they were when he used one of them on
Rosie's tits. Just the idea of his dad using one of them on his mom's
ass and thighs thrilled Jimmy. He knew she would be willing to do
anything after just a few cuts, and he had some ideas about what he
wanted her to do!
Connie thought she was prepared for anything, but she was wrong. She
heard the whoosh as the cane cut through the air. Her ears registered
the snap when it popped against her flesh, just at the crease where
her left ass cheek quit and her thigh began. The thin tip wrapped
around the back of her leg, ending at the tender inner thigh just
below her pussy lips. A thin line of fire started almost
immediately. It was like a fuse burning. The poor woman felt it start
at one end and burn its way around the circumference of her meaty
thigh. The pain didn't go away or even subside. It was still as
strong as ever when the second blow landed, about an inch down from
the first.
By the time Connie had taken ten vicious cuts her thighs were
bruised and bleeding. She had started screaming after the fifth blow
and was already hoarse. Tears were streaming down her face, and her
bottom lip was bleeding where she had bitten it trying to control
herself.
After a brief rest, Bill continued, this time concentrating on her
ass cheeks. Connie suffered horribly as the cane crashed into her ass
time after time. Her entire backside was on fire, and her shoulders
ached from their strained position. No matter how hard she tried she
had been unable to keep from falling forward from the force of the
blows. This stress on her shoulders caused Connie even more pain.
Connie had finally reached the point she was waiting for, though.
She was no longer screaming. Each new stripe brought only a low,
guttural moan. The fire from the blow was matched with one of equal
intensity deep inside her. Each time the cane cut into her flesh
Connie's vagina convulsed, squeezing the muscles around her clit and
sending ripples of pleasure all the way down to her curled toes.
This pleasure transcended the pain and Connie was now welcoming each
new cut of the cane. Her thighs were wet with the vaginal secretion
that flowed from her spasming pussy.
The cane had struck the butt plug several times, forcing it farther
into Connie's ass. Her climactic convulsions pushed it back out, much
like taking a shit. As the plastic phallus popped out, the brown,
wrinkled, skin of her asshole clung to it, stretching painfully. Bill
saw an opportunity and directed the tip of the cane right against
this extremely sensitive area.
Connie froze as her asshole exploded. It felt as if her sphincter
had been touched with the lit end of a cigarette. The woman had never
felt such excruciating pain. It seemed to build as it spiraled
through her body. Just when Connie was sure she would lose her mind
from the agony, it blossomed, opening up in the pit of her stomach
like a flower greeting the new day. The pain vanished, leaving in its
place a feeling of pleasure that spread to every nerve in her body.
Connie had never used drugs, but she knew that no high could ever
equal what she was feeling now, and, just like an addict, she needed
more. Bill sensed this and gave her what she needed. He wanted to
keep her at the same pain level, letting her adjust and get
accustomed to the pain and pleasure, before increasing the
intensity. He hit her several more times, pulling back just a bit
when he saw the skin split and begin to bleed.
It was euphoric! Every time the cane landed Connie shrieked and
babbled incoherently. Her orgasms were constant, never seeming to
peak or subside, but continuing endlessly, as long as the cane kept
supplying the fuel to keep her fires stoked.
Connie whimpered, protesting weakly when Bill removed the thick plug
that split her ass cheeks and caused her asshole to stretch
uncomfortably. She felt empty without it.
Her disappointment was somewhat assuaged when Bill selected a thick,
cock-shaped, vibrating dildo, and rammed it all the way into her
pussy with one quick motion. Connie heard the high pitched humming
sound when her husband-Master twisted the base of the plastic prick,
then felt the incredible pleasure as the tip of the device penetrated
her cervix and the shaft massaged the entire length of her silky
love tunnel.
It was enough to keep her cumming, but not as intensely as when she
was in pain. Bill was aware of that and already had a plan to
alleviate the problem. He told Jimmy to grab his mother's ass cheeks
and spread them as wide apart as possible.
Connie felt vulnerable and humiliated knowing her son was holding
her ass cheeks open, looking right into her palpitating, cumming,
pussy with a vibrator crammed deep inside it, and seeing her swollen,
bleeding asshole that seemed to be begging for more abuse. She soon
forgot the degradation she felt when Bill started using the pussy
whip on her split ass.
Knowing the whip was too small and light to do any real damage,
freed Bill to use it with as much force as he could muster. He drew
his arm back and lashed at his wife's ass savagely. When the thin
leather fingers smacked her tender sphincter, Connie went wild. Some
thongs managed to strike each side of her crack while others struck
with full force right on the rim of her distended asshole. The ones
that really drove the woman to the brink of insanity were the ones
that worked their way into the hole itself. She was being fucked in
the ass by the whip! Even her insides were being whipped!
Connie struggled desperately, not wanting her son to see her cumming
like the slut she was, but unable to help herself as impossible
pleasure swept over her in tidal waves. She was like a rutting
animal. The sounds that tore from her throat were almost
unintelligible, moans of agony and sighs of total ecstasy all mixed
together.
"Yessss! Oh Goooddddd, yeessss! Fuck my asshole. Fuck me with that
whip. Beat my ass raawwwww!" she screamed.
Bill saw Connie give herself over to the whip. He realized she was
letting her whole weight rest on her wrenched shoulders, and knew the
pain must have been excruciating. He released her hands, not wanting
her to sustain any real damage. A woman with two dislocated shoulders
would have not been very much fun.
The spreader bar kept her legs spread wide as she fell forward. Her
arms were completely numb from the bondage and wouldn't support her,
so, although she tried to break her fall, she crashed into the floor,
mashing her sore tits in the process. Connie quickly twisted and
wiggled her body so that her ass stuck up high in the air. As wide
spread as she was, she presented a great target, which was just what
she wanted. Her ass swayed gently back and forth, seeming to beg for
Bill to punish her with the whip. Bill didn't want to disappoint her
but he still had Rosie and Kim to take care of, so he turned his whip
over to Jimmy, who was delighted.
The young boy went about his whipping like he did his fucking. His
arm was a blur as he lashed at Connie's ass. Many blows missed their
mark, landing on her thighs, and pussy, but most hit the target,
blistering the crack of her ass and punishing the delicate tissue
that guarded the entrance to her anus. Connie screeched, urging her
son on.
"That's it" she hissed, through clenched teeth. "Harder, Jimmy! Hit
me as hard as you can. I love it. My ass loves it. Bury that whip in
my asshole!"
His mother's screaming and begging urged Jimmy on, making his
flailing become harder and faster. When he was finally too tired to
continue, he was horrified at the damage he had done. His mothers'
ass was crisscrossed with deep, red and purple stripes. Blood oozed
from several of the worse ones. Her asshole was gaping open, and
leaking a clear, pinkish fluid. Connie didn't seem to mind though.
She was still calling for more.
Jimmy was rock hard. Beating his mother had excited him so much he
could hardly stand it. He didn't know if he needed approval but he
really didn't care. In seconds he ripped off his pants and underwear
and positioned himself behind his mother, his cock just at the
entrance to her well-beaten asshole. With no preliminaries or
warning, he drove his hips forward, sinking his hot shaft all the way
up Connie's poop chute.
The sudden entry surprised Connie and she let out a sharp yell. Her
son's cock scraped against the torn tissue of her asshole, sending
paroxysms of pain through her pelvic region. It was just what she
wanted and needed! Her ass took on a life of its own, weaving from
side to side, thrusting back and forth. Jimmy held on to her love
handles and let her do all the work.
Jimmy's mind wandered while he was butt-fucking his mother. What a
day! He had fucked Rosie twice and had been sucked off by Kim and his
own mother. Now he was screwing his mother in the ass!
Connie's mind was totally focused on what she was doing. She was at
a fever pitch. Her pussy and tits had been tortured earlier, and she
could still feel the soreness there. Her ass had been abused to the
point where she almost lost her mind, and now she was being
gloriously reamed by her son! She was euphoric. Orgasm after orgasm
swept through her, pushing her to a higher plane, higher than she
had ever reached before. Every time Jimmy plunged his cock into the
depths of her sore asshole, it hurt so much, her breath was taken
away, but the pain only spurred her on, because as it raced through
her body it turned to pure pleasure when it exploded in her brain.
Rosie's mind was focused as well. It was focused on her ass, thighs,
and pussy, where Bill was repeatedly pounding her with the
metal-studded, leather paddle. Being suspended, with her body bent
sharply at the waist, her feet and hands trapped in the stocks, kept
her from seeing anything except her fingers and toes, all of which
were curled tightly in response to the sharp flashes of pain that
exploded with each crack of the paddle against her stretched skin.
Her position seemed to maximize the effect of the paddle. Bill had
used the device on her before, and, while it certainly had hurt
enough to get her juices flowing, it had been nothing like what she
was experiencing now. She shamelessly bellowed with each crack of the
paddle.
Kim's mother was on fire, both externally, where the paddle had
scorched her skin, and internally, where the flames had ignited a
white-hot heat deep in her loins. Her voice was growing hoarse from
the high-pitched screams she emitted each time the paddle landed on
her bruised skin. Occasionally the paddle landed at the juncture of
her thighs and ass, driving a metal stud directly into her clit.
This never failed to elicit screams of agony and ecstasy from the
poor, tortured woman, as the intense pain triggered shattering
orgasms. Her body jerked spasmodically, totally out of control, her
love bud vibrating in response to the abuse. It had turned an angry
red color and had poked out from its protective hood as if
encouraging Bill to direct his attentions to the ultra-sensitive
piece of female sex-flesh.
The paddling action had started Rosie swinging back and forth. The
couple soon developed a rhythm. Bill smacked her hard with the
paddle, propelling her backward. Rosie shrieked, exploded into an
orgasm, and shuddered through her backward arc. As she stopped and
began to swing forward she gritted her teeth, trying to prepare
herself for the next blow, which would come just as she reached the
stopping point in her forward motion.
Her backside began to resemble tenderized meat as the spanking
continued. Blood oozed from several spots where the metal studs had
broken the skin. As the pain increased so did the length and
intensity of her orgasms. She was now still in the throes of a full
blown cum when she reached the forward arc of her swing. When the
paddle crashed into her, it started her new orgasm at the intensity
level of the old one. It didn't take many repetitions of this before
she was in danger of overloading her systems.
Bill let her jerk her way through several complete swings without
adding any more stimulation. He used the time to observe her
carefully. When he saw that she was beginning to come down from her
incredible high he stepped in front of her, his iron-hard cock
grasped in his hand. Rosie never saw it coming. As she swung forward,
she impaled herself on his stiff rod. As her bruised butt and thighs
crashed into Bill she felt her pussy, tight from her position, split
in half. His hard cock battered her cuntal walls and cervix, sending
the woman into an orgasm of monumental proportions. Her backward
swing pulled her off his cock with a wet, sucking sound. Moments
later she crashed into him again. Each time it happened, his rigid
maleness punished her, battering the inside of her pussy. He was
using his cock to beat her slick love canal, from the inside, where
it was the most sensitive, and Rosie was in seventh heaven.
Bill's concentration was broken when he heard his wife scream. He
couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure, and frankly, with
Connie, they were the same. He looked around, finding her with her
head thrown back roaring like an animal in heat, her ass high in the
air, waving around like it had a red-hot poker shoved up it. It did!
Jimmy's cock was plunging in and out so fast Bill thought it might
catch on fire. Obviously, Connie was on fire. She jerked like a
puppet on a string, the sounds coming from her were unintelligible.
Being fucked in the ass by her son had sent Connie to Nirvana, and
she didn't ever want to come back.
The look of pure, unadulterated, pleasure on their faces gave Bill
an idea. He gave Rosie and extra hard push, pulling his cock from her
pussy with a loud plop. He grabbed his hard dong and bent his knees a
little, taking aim at her winking brown eye, as the unaware woman
swung back to him. Rosie had no clue or warning that she was about to
be reamed, fucked in the ass by Bill's thick man-shaft.
She swung forward, eagerly expecting the quick pressure at the
entrance to her pussy, followed by the sudden separation of her slick
lips, and the impact, as her hips slammed into his, his cock scraping
her grasping cuntal walls before embedding his huge purple head deep
in her womb with a force that took her breath away. Instead, she felt
her asshole rip as his heart-shaped glans punctured the entrance to
her chocolate highway. His cock was so greasy and slick from her
cuntal secretions that her momentum kept her moving forward,
splitting her apart, tearing the delicate tissues of her asshole,
until she had taken his entire length.
She was so tight and gripped his cock so firmly that she almost
ripped his cock off when she started her backward swing. Instead, she
jerked and danced, resembling a sausage-on-a-stick, as powerful cums
racked her bent and abused body. Bill grabbed her waist and began
rocking her back and forth, pulling his cock out almost all the way,
drawing the wrinkled skin around her asshole out with it, until it
stretched to the tearing point, then drilling into her savagely,
burying his cock to the hilt in one swift lunge.
Rosie was delirious. Her tits ached from the severe torment Bill and
Jimmy had put them through earlier. Her bent position mashed them
flat against her legs, the soreness reminding her of what had already
been done to her. Rosie was most aware of her nipples. The torture
had made them both very sensitive, and every movement caused them to
scrape against her thighs, sending shock waves of electricity
through her system. Some people might have described the woman's
predicament as hell, but Rosie couldn't imagine anything better. She
was wrong!
At the height of one of her strongest cums yet, Bill released
Rosie's waist, grabbing her raw nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers. He squeezed them flat, twisting them cruelly, and
rolling the sensitive nubbins back and forth rapidly. Rosie went off
like a rocket. Her ass clenched down on him so tightly that Bill
thought she might pinch his cock off! Thick cream gushed from her
cunt, matting her pussy hair, as the woman bucked, gyrating wildly in
her confinement. When she thought she could stand no more, Bill let
go of her nipples, moving one hand to her pussy. He fumbled briefly,
finally capturing her vibrating clit between his finger and
thumbnail.
"Ohhhhh Goooodddd! Nnnnooooooooo!" the woman ranted as he dug his
nail into her most sensitive organ. "I c.. c.. can't stand it!
Please stooooppppppp!"
Bill knew she didn't mean it. Rosie had frozen, her muscles locked
tight, her eyes rolled back so that only the white was visible. He
quickly rammed three fingers deep into her cunt while digging his
nail into her clit even harder. He could feel his cock through the
thin wall that separated her pussy from her ass. Outside, Rosie was
rigid, but inside she was quivering. Bill felt the vibrations running
up and down the length of his cock and felt her elastic cunt grip his
fingers, squeezing them hard, quaking, like someone doing isometric
exercises.
After several minutes, Rosie suddenly went completely limp. She had
passed out, unable to take any more of the exquisite pleasure-pain.
The last thing she remembered was what had finally triggered the
incredible orgasm that overloaded her and caused her body to shut
down.
Bill's cock started jerking in her ass. Without releasing his grip
on her clit or pulling his fingers from her cunt, he had started
slamming his hips into her, bludgeoning her ass with his cock. She
felt his hot cum splashing against the walls of her battered ass.
His hand pushed hard against her gaping pussy, almost going in all
the way! Rosie had never been fisted before, but now knew that she
wanted to try. Every nerve ending in her tortured body exploded,
releasing the tension that had been building for so long. She
remembered cumming, not just in her ass or pussy, but all over. She
remembered it lasting for a very long time, but she didn't remember
it stopping.
Almost simultaneously, Jimmy exploded into Connie's ass. Feeling her
son's cock spurting its load deep in her bowels sent the woman off
into a mind-numbing cum that left her weak and limp. Connie hadn't
passed out like her neighbor, but her eyes were glazed and it was
clear that she was through for the time being.
