Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club 2
CHAPTER 2
Kim had tried to wait until the locker room was clear before taking her shower.
She knew her back and ass were still plainly marked because she could still feel the
soreness, especially when she sat in the hard desks in class. Angela had walked in
on her unexpectedly leaving no escape and no way to conceal her condition. Kim
tried avoiding Angela, which was difficult since they were the only ones in the room.
Since Kim was reluctant to talk about her marks, Angela decided to try a
different approach. She hastily told Kim about her recent date then reminded the
younger girl about the slumber party and the magazines and books that Kim had brought.
"I was totally uninterested in doing anything with him until he hurt me." Angela
said. "He didn't mean to and I never mentioned it to him, but it made me so hot I
even let him fuck me." She continued. "I felt just like I did when I was reading those
books you gave me and looking at the pictures of the naked, tied-up women. Those
always made me so hot I couldn't keep my hands off myself. It sounds weird, but I
think I like getting hurt. I keep seeing myself tied in all kinds of positions just waiting
for someone to do awful things to me. Is it really possible to like being tied and
helpless? Do some people really want to be whipped? I can't get it out of my mind
since that date. Are there people who actually do those things?"
Angela was so confused and pitiful that Kim decided to talk to her.
"Yes, there are people who like that type of thing, and as you can probably tell from
the way I look, I'm one of them." Kim knew she had to be careful. She didn't want
to give Angela too much information. "All someone has to do is fasten my wrists
together. From then on I'm their's to do with as they wish. Once I'm bound and
defenseless I change. I am free to do anything I'm told because I'm no longer in control
of the situation. There is no worry about what people will think of me or if what
I'm doing is right or wrong. It's terribly exciting, because you never know what to
expect except that you know it will probably be pretty kinky. You're not the only one
who is free. The person in charge can let their imagination run wild as well, because
you will do whatever they want. If you don't do it willingly, they can torture you
until you do."
Kim could see Angela's nipples stiffen while she talked. The way Angela
shifted her weight from side to side showed Kim that the girl was feeling it in her
pussy too. "Isn't it dangerous?" Angela asked a little breathlessly. "Couldn't you be
terribly hurt or even killed?"
"Yes." Kim answered truthfully. "It's part of the thrill. No matter how well you
know the person, there is always the chance they will go too far. It's like going sailing.
You know you're going to come back to the dock, but if your boat is solid enough
there is always the possibility that you could just sail on forever. You're right to be
concerned. It's important to completely trust the person if you are going to put
yourself at their mercy."
When Kim didn't say anything more Angela knew she had to force the issue or
lose her chance. "How do you get started?" She asked. "I don't know if I'd like it or
not, but I'd like to try it at least once."
Kim looked at the girl pointedly as if trying to make up her mind. Finally she
said, "You've already started. You got turned on by the pictures, the books made you
horny and you had an orgasm when the boy hurt you. All you really want to know is if
your cumming was coincidental or if it was the pain that actually made you cum. I
imagine you also want to find out if enduring the pain is worth the result and if being
forced to do things is exciting."
Just talking about it had made Angela horny. Kim was right about everything
she had just said. Angela did want to see if she could cum by being hurt and her
mind was filled with bizarre things she might be forced to do.
Angela's heart skipped a beat when Kim said, "If you really want to try it, I'd be
willing to help you. I usually like to be the submissive one but I'll make an exception
since you're a friend. When do you want to do it and where can we go that we won't
be disturbed for a couple of hours?"
Angela's critical test had arrived. She had to put up or shut up. Hesitating only
briefly, she haltingly said, "I have cheerleader practice after school. They let us use
the gym and it's my responsibility to lock up when we're done. When the other girls
leave, there's never anyone around. Sometimes I work out for a while after practice
so no one would be suspicious about me staying."
"Fine." Kim said. "I'll meet you here at five. Make sure your folks don't expect
you home until at least seven."
There was nothing more to say. The girls finished their showers in silence but
Angela was in a state of turmoil. She had committed herself and she wasn't going to
back out, but she was afraid. Kim was her friend and Angela knew the girl wouldn't
really hurt her, but the livid welts and dark bruises on Kim's back and ass frightened
her. Angela didn't know if she could take that much punishment. She was torn
between wanting to see how real pain would affect her and hoping that Kim would
take it easy on her. Thinking back over what Kim had said, she finally realized that it
wasn't going to be her choice. Once Kim took control, Angela would have to endure
whatever the girl chose to put her through.
Although she had tried to appear calm and aloof, Kim was also excited,
because she had been wanting to share her experiences with some of her friends.
Knowing that there were people from outside their club with similar thoughts was a
comforting feeling to the teenager. She couldn't keep her mind on her school work so
she spent the rest of the day planning her tryst with Angela. By the time she was to
meet the girl, she knew exactly how she was going to handle things.
The other girls had already left when Kim walked into the deserted gym. She
found Angela by the gymnastic equipment to one side of the room. Angela was
wearing a skin-tight leotard that was cut high on her hips showing her exquisitely long
and shapely legs. Kim noticed the absence of any bra or other undergarments and
nodded her approval. Angela nervously eyed the duffel bag that Kim had brought with her.
Opening the bag and going briskly to work, Kim said, "We don't have a lot of
time. If you haven't changed your mind, we should get started."
"I'm ready." Angela replied, her voice quivering slightly. "What do
you want me to do?"
"Come here." The tone of Kim's voice changed. Angela had made her choice
and now Kim was giving orders. She was no longer just making conversation or
giving Angela any options. "Bend over this bar." Kim directed, indicating a padded
rail that was about as high as Angela's waist.
Taking Angela's left wrist, Kim used a piece of soft cotton line to secure the
girl's wrist to her left ankle then ran the tail of the line to the support beam of the rail,
making Angela move her leg out toward the beam. Satisfied that this was going to
work, Kim completed Angela's bondage by tying off her right wrist and leg. Angela's
feet were spread apart as far as possible. Kim's target, Angela's nicely rounded ass,
was totally accessible and held rigidly in place. Angela would not be able to escape
the paddle when Kim started spanking her.
The thoroughly bound teenager silently surveyed her situation. The long
muscles that ran up the backs of her legs, her hamstrings, were stretched. This was
not an unpleasant feeling. She always did stretching exercises before practice to
make sure she was limber and to keep from getting a strained tendon or ligament.
Pulling against the ropes, Angela tested her mobility and found that she had none.
She could move no more than an inch in any direction. A shiver ran up her spine as
she realized how confined and vulnerable she was.
There was an almost undefinable feeling that started in the pit of her stomach
and spread throughout her pelvic region. It was fear, excitement and uncertainty all
mixed together. Angela felt her nipples begin to harden and push against the tight
fabric of her Spandex gym suit. At the same time there was the unmistakable feeling
of her pussy discharging lubrication, flooding with slick love juice. That was when she
identified the unusual feeling the bondage was creating. Angela was getting aroused!
Kim took her time, wanting to allow Angela enough time to get used to her
situation. Given a choice, Kim preferred sex with men, but she was not
unaccustomed to lesbian sex or unappreciative of the pleasures that women
could give to each other. Consequently, a quick flash of desire ran through her
as she admired Angela's lean firm figure. She felt a twinge of jealousy as she eyed the other
girl's tight ass and long slender thighs. Angela's buttocks were full and prominent,
with no hint of flabbiness or sagging. They were, Kim noted, deliciously spankable,
which was just what the girl intended to do.
Grabbing Angela's gym suit right above her ass, Kim jerked up forcibly, giving
the older girl what is commonly known as a "wedgie." Angela let out a short
"Ummmpphh" as her ass cheeks parted and the material dug into her crack,
separating her cheeks and digging into her asshole and pussy. Kim was pleased with
the effect. Angela's ass cheeks were now totally exposed and were even more
pronounced than before.
Kim had chosen her tools wisely. During the day, when she should have been
doing her school work, she decided that what Angela needed was an introduction to
bondage and discipline. She would not try to beat the girl into submission or take a
chance on scaring her so badly that she would want no part of it ever again.
Digging into her bag, Kim selected the ping pong shaped paddle first Being
wide, it would give maximum coverage, warming up a large area with each blow. It
would sound as if Angela was receiving a very hard spanking but there would be very
little actual pain. The older girl's cheeks would be left a rosy pink color and she would
feel the heat as the blood rushed into the area. Kim even liked this paddle used on
her as a warmup. It toned the muscles in her ass and prepared them for the more
violent abuses that usually followed.
"Ten should be enough. I'll give her five on each cheek." The neophyte
dominatrix thought to herself. She reached out and ran her hand lightly up Angela's
thigh and over her left globe, delighting at the way it twitched in response to her touch.
Angela was unprepared for the first blow. The loud crack of the paddle startled the
girl as it flattened her buttock and she let out a small yelp. Kim quickly followed the
first hit with three more, two on each bouncing cheek.
Kim stood back to examine the effect. Angela's cheeks had taken on a flushed
pink color. Kim could tell that her friend was feeling the effect of the paddle because
her hips were slowly swishing from side to side as much as her bound position
allowed. Angela had taken the other blows in silence after the first cry of surprise.
Moving back to the girl, Kim placed her hand in the small of Angela's back and
rained three hard fast blows on her left ass cheek. Hardly pausing, she directed the
next three to the right one, finally getting a reaction from the girl.
"Ooohhhh! It burns!" Angela moaned softly. "My ass is so hot!"
She hadn't been hurt. The paddle had stung her and she knew she was red
because of the tingling she felt in her ass. Angela felt her pussy leaking and knew
she was soaking the thin strip of material that covered her snatch. She could also feel
her pussy lips swelling as her excitement rose. The crotch strap of her gym suit was
slowly disappearing, being engulfed by her inflamed labia. The thin wet band of
stretched material was now pushing up against the tiny hooded appendage of her clit,
arousing her even more.
Kim saw the signs and knew what her blond friend was feeling. Taking enough
time to allow the girl to cool down, she selected the next paddle that she intended to
use. This one was a fraternity paddle, the kind used to initiate pledges into the social
clubs on college campuses. It was wooden, about two inches wide, and had rounded
edges so that it wouldn't break the skin. Kim knew from experience that this paddle
could hurt. It concentrated the force of the blow into a much smaller area than the
other one. It would sting like fire and could leave bruises if used energetically enough.
Having decided on an additional ten whacks, Kim went to work. The thinner
width of this paddle let her expand her target area, so she was going to let Angela
know how it felt when the paddling included the backs of her thighs.
The first blow landed right at the base of Angela's left ass cheek, just on the
crease where her thigh swelled into her meatier buttock. A red stripe sprung up
immediately and Angela let out a howl. She was still trying to cope with the stinging
when Kim matched the first blow with one to her right side. The next two cuts landed
lower, overlapping the first ones but catching the crying girl on the fleshiest portions of
her thighs.
Kim switched from cheek to cheek and thigh to thigh as she gave the helpless
cheerleader the next six hits. When she finished, Angela was sobbing openly with
tears streaming down her face. Streaks of purple showed on her ass and thighs
where bruises were beginning to form. Kim had noticed though, that for the last few
swipes, Angela had seemed to be pushing her ass out, raising it up as much as
possible as if inviting the paddle to crash against her tender hemispheres. Her voice
had also changed, becoming huskier and betraying a sense of urgency.
"Don't stop, Kim." Angela rasped, disappointed when her friend quit pounding
her with the paddle. "I want more. It hurts, but it feels so good too. I'm on fire back
there. Please don't stop." She begged.
Kim wasn't going to waver from her plan. She untied Angela and told her to
strip. The last punishment would be given while she was completely naked.
Angela couldn't move fast enough. She ripped off her gym suit and stood with
her back to the full length mirror on the wall. Peering over her shoulder she looked at
her battered ass, and thrilled to the throbbing in her heated hillocks. A shudder ran
through her as she felt the soreness when she ran her hands gently over the welts that had formed.
Kim saw that the girl's long golden pussy hair was wet and matted with love
juice. The musky aroma of sex permeated the air. Kim was wet herself and knew
that she was contributing some of that animal scent. Suddenly her clothes were too
confining and Kim stripped as well. If someone came into the gym there would be no
way to cover up what was going on, but neither Kim nor Angela cared. They were
both so immersed in lust that nothing else mattered.
After looping the rope around each of Angela's wrists, Kim led the girl to the set
of rings used by the men's gymnastics class. She had Angela stand on a low stool
while she used a taller one. The rings were about eight feet above the floor, much too
high for what Kim had in mind, so she tied the free ends of the ropes to the rings,
leaving enough slack so that Angela would hang with her feet almost touching the
floor. She kicked the stool out from under the girl and stood back to admire her
handiwork.
Angela was truly gorgeous. Kim wished she had a camera because she would
like to share this with the club. Angela's smooth armpits were deeply hollowed
showing the strain in her arms as they held her entire weight. Her breasts, smaller
than Kim's, jutted out proudly from her chest. The large pink areolae were smooth
and puffy, with stiff, inch long nipples protruding from their centers. Her stomach was
concave, rising slightly to her navel which was stretched into an oblong slit. The
triangle of light silky pubic hair was split by the mound of her vulva. Thick, puffy labia
betrayed the girl's arousal as did the quivering nub of her clitoris, now totally emerged
from its protective hood and glistening with the dew from her heated vagina.
Although she had seen it often, this was the first time that Kim had really
studied someone in suspension. It was no wonder, she reflected, that Bill and Jimmy
always seemed to find an occasion to hang at least one of the women in the club,
either by her wrists or ankles. Angela, of course, was beautiful anyway, but the
suspension brought out all the lines and curves of her body. That, with the
subservient attitude it created and the air of vulnerability, was stunning. "If I look half
that good, I'd be willing to hang for hours." Kim thought to herself.
Angela wasn't aware of how desirable she was. She only knew that her ass
and thighs were throbbing, pounding in synchronization with her heartbeat, and that
was causing a similar reaction in her pussy. Hanging like she was, the tops of her
thighs, the plumpest portion, rubbed together. Angela felt the wetness there and knew
her crotch was a mess. No make-out session she had ever had with any boy had
caused her to have this kind of response. She was extremely horny and wanted Kim
to continue. If the next part was as good as the first two, she knew she would cum.
She was close enough now that it would have taken very little stimulation to send her
crashing over the edge.
For the last demonstration, Kim had chosen a small, light six-stranded whip. It
was the little brother of the dreaded cat'o'nine tails so feared by its victims of the past.
Where the more vicious whip could rip the flesh right from the bones, this version
provided tentacles of pain that exploded against the skin. Angela would feel a severe
stinging from each of the six strands as they dug into her, but she would not be cut.
She would be left with several welts to remind her of their session but they would
vanish in a day or two.
Knowing what her answer would be, Kim gave Angela a chance to quit.
"Angela, we can stop now if you wish, but if we go on I'm going to give you
five hard cuts with this whip. Your front will be as marked as your back and it will
hurt a lot. You'll undoubtedly cry and probably scream. It may hurt you so badly that
it turns you off, in which case you will have found out what you wanted to know. On the
other hand, it may make you cum harder than you ever have."
Kim paused, letting her words sink in, then continued. "If that happens then
you, like me, will spend your time seeking out people who are willing to play bondage
and discipline games with you. You will discover that the pleasure you get from sex is
directly proportional to the amount of pain you have endured. The longest lasting and
most intense orgasms will come after you have suffered the most pain. In just a little
while you will find yourself wanting to stretch your limits. Knowing that greater pain
will bring greater pleasure, you'll ask for more. It will probably even reach the point
where you know that you can't stand any more willingly. When that happens, you will
have to find someone who will force you to go beyond your limits. It's a very
dangerous way to live and you might prefer to stop right now."
"No!" Angela cried. The urgency in her voice was evident. "Don't stop now. I
have to see . . . I have to know. I want you to whip me. Please do it now." Angela
was almost whining and it was clear to Kim that the girl was desperate Angela was a
definite candidate to join their club.
Almost before the other girl's voice had died away, Kim ripped her with the first
slash of the whip. The six leather fingers fanned out, covering Angela's smooth white
skin from her navel down to the line where her golden pubic hair began.
Angela thought she was prepared but she was wrong! The pain was
indescribable. Lines of fire burned the lower part of her abdomen. She jerked on her
ropes, dancing like a puppet as the pain seemed to increase rather than diminish with
time. She let out a pitiful moan, one of despair more than agony, because the poor
girl knew she had to endure this awful torment at least four more times and she didn't
think she could do it.
Kim drew back her arm and sent the whip crashing into her suffering friend
again, this time aiming for hollow of her stomach. Unashamedly, Angela screamed.
One of the lashes had found its way into her navel, snapping against the delicate skin
that was rarely even touched, much less hurt. Angela was still feeling the effects of
the first blow as this new agony took command of her body. She was fascinated by
the fact that, while her body reacted to the new set of lashes, her mind focused on the
first ones. The pain had dulled into what could only be described as sensuous
throbbing. It felt as if some giant hand was giving her a deep massage that sent
tingles right into the depths of her womb. The fiery lines left by the lashes had started
an inferno in her pussy.
The third and fourth blows landed on her tits, covering them with angry red
stripes. Angela screamed maniacally and swung violently on the ropes. She had
never been in such abject misery. Angela felt as if her mammaries, which had seldom
even been touched by anyone else, had been ripped away from her body. It hurt so
badly that Angela was afraid that she may pass out.
Almost as quickly as it came, the pain vanished, leaving the sobbing girl
quivering and acutely aware of each individual lash mark. It was highly erotic. Angela
twisted slowly on the ropes, pulling herself up, then relaxing to let herself hang limply
as the incredible feelings of animal lust sprung from the deepest part of her being.
The whip had brought her to the brink of orgasm and held her there. Every nerve
ending in her body was raw and tingling, ready to explode and send the girl into that
blissful state of euphoria. Instinctively, Angela knew where the last blow was coming.
Seemingly with a mind of its own, her pelvis pushed forward, poised and ready to
accept the caress of the horrible leather fingers of pain.
Kim did not disappoint her friend. Using all her strength, she directed the final
blow to Angela's pussy, snapping her wrist at the last moment to guarantee that
Angela would feel the awesome power of the whip.
Angela froze as the terrible tentacles sought out her most private parts. One
strand wrapped around her thigh, the tip digging cruelly into the most sensitive area,
the smooth inner part right below her sex. Two more snapped against her labia which
were already red and puffy from arousal. One even wormed its way inside her
pouting pussy, lacerating the pink scalloped inner lips and sending up a shower of the
juice that had collected there. The last two strands found their mark with the precision
of a laser beam and almost as much power. One hit her right above her clit, peeling
back the hood and exposing the tiny organ so that the other could strike it with full
force as it shimmered, naked and vulnerable.
