Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club 2
CHAPTER 13
Since she was the star of the evening, Angela was allowed to rest and
recuperate while Michael conferred with the men about the remainder of the session.
Natalie had won a place as the secondary target. She would get the focus of the
activities when Angela was too exhausted to continue, although Michael still had plans
for the young teacher and looked forward to the night when she was chosen as the
central figure in the amusements.
When Angela had recovered, Michael gave his instructions. Angela was to go
down the line of women who were still hanging upside-down from the boom. Her task
was to lick and suck each of them to orgasm and then release them. While she was
doing that Natalie would suck off each man. The first one to complete their
assignment would receive the honor of being the first to get fucked by every man
while the loser would be bound to the boom and forced to watch as the orgy
progressed, not allowed to fuck anyone until all the other women had been satisfied.
She would also be available for anyone with an urge to whip someone or use any of
the array of toys that were left conveniently accessible.
Listening the instructions affected the two girls differently. Natalie was mortified.
Since she had joined the club, her sexual appetite had grown at least a thousand fold.
The thought of having to watch everyone else enjoy themselves would drive her mad.
Natalie remembered the night of her formal initiation into the club. She had been
bound into a chair and made to watch an entire session without participating. When
the evening was over, they made her masturbate for the group. The young teacher
was so hot that she came the instant her fingers touched her pussy and ground
through at least five orgasms before they made her quit. The over excited girl had
spent the entire next day in bed with a dildo, fucking herself almost continuously for
hours. Even that did not satisfy her though. Natalie had remained uptight and nervous
until she was allowed to attend a meeting as a full member. It had taken every man in
the group to finally quench her thirst for sex.
Angela, on the other hand, had already cum so many times under the strap that
she had lost count. The edge had been taken off her carnal cravings and she was
content to let her voyeuristic tendencies take over. Besides, her submissive side
thrilled at the idea of being on display and available for anyone who had a notion to
use and abuse her for their own pleasure. Angela knew some of these women would
jump at the chance to make sure she suffered and that prospect was even more
thrilling to the young blond than being fucked into delirium.
Their mind set influenced how the two girls went about their tasks. Natalie
attacked the men with determination, trying her best to draw their cum out of their
balls as fast as possible. Of all the women, Natalie was the least experienced
cocksucker, but she more than compensated for her deficiency with enthusiasm.
Angela took her time, savoring each pussy and mentally comparing one taste
to another before plunging her tongue deep inside and bringing the woman to a
shuddering climax. Even so, the women were so hot from their strapping that
they came like firecrackers while the men seemed able to hold out longer.
Jimmy and Mike were not much of a challenge. Natalie finished each of
them off in less than two minutes. Charles lasted longer but filled her mouth
with his cream after only four minutes of swirling tongue and hot mouth action. Before
Natalie moved on to Bill she glanced at her competitor and noted that she was comfortably
ahead. Angela had finished with Kim and had just started working on Rosie.
Bill proved to be more difficult than the first three combined. Natalie had to call
on all her newly acquired skills before she was finally rewarded with his hot cum in her
mouth. She began, as she had with the others, by staring into his eyes while running
her flattened tongue along the large vein from the base of his stiff cock to the head,
then quickly swirling her thumb around the huge purple glans, coating it with his pre-
cum, before popping the entire heart-shaped tip into her mouth and sucking like a
vacuum cleaner.
Bill was incredibly turned on by her dark, Spanish eyes and youthful innocence,
and had to fight for control the first couple of minutes. He almost lost it again when
Natalie gripped his slick shaft in one hand and cupped his balls in the other, jacking
him off and gently squeezing his balls while nibbling at the blood-engorged head of his
cock. Bill knew, and Natalie sensed, that the end was near when she formed her lips
into a soft oval, flattened her tongue in her mouth and lowered her head, swallowing
his entire cock. His glans was lodged in the soft tissue at the back of her throat and
her soft guttural moans sent vibrations directly to it. Natalie didn't know it, but she was
performing the classic "deep throat" maneuver while simultaneously treating Bill to
what is often called a "hum job." The sensation was overpowering and, despite his
best efforts to prolong it, Bill felt the cum churning in his jerking balls and begin to
move up the length of his steel shaft.
Natalie felt the spasms in Bill's balls which were still nestled in the palm of her
hand and noticed the head of his cock swelling even more. It was filling her throat and
would have cut off her air supply, had she not already been breathing through her
nose. Recognizing the signs, Natalie clamped her lips tightly around his shaft and
rippled her tongue along its length, sending Bill over the edge with a groan. Hot cum
spurted into her mouth, making her swallow rapidly to keep it from being forced out
through her nasal passages. The contractions caused by Natalie's animated
swallowing stimulated Bill's cock even more. Bill couldn't ever remember it happening
before, but, without his cock getting soft, he felt his balls lurch again and another huge
orgasm washed over him. A multiple orgasm! This one was even more powerful than
the first, although the volume of cum was not nearly so great. Now he could see why
the women always went berserk when they were pushed into a string of three or four
cums in succession.
Glancing over her shoulder, Natalie saw that Angela had fallen behind. She
was just starting with Connie and still had Tracy to go. If Natalie could make Michael
cum quickly she should win. Sucking all these cocks and tasting their cum had made
her incredibly horny. The young teacher and newest member of the Sex and Torture
Club could think of nothing worse than having to watch the rest of the evening without
participating. Although unaware of it at the time, Michael had little chance of surviving
Natalie's voracious mouth for long. She was on a mission!
Almost before she got started, Natalie heard Connie shrieking for Angela to
fuck her with her tongue. She could tell that Connie was already very close to
cumming and would soon explode, sending Angela to her last person as well.
Michael had forgotten about the contest and was lost in his own reverie. Being
last in line, he had watched Angela and Natalie work their way through every member
of the cruise. By the time it was his turn, his cock was rock hard and coated with the
clear, slick, pre-cum that still flowed out of his prick in a continuous stream. Natalie's
warm, soft mouth had already drawn him much too close to orgasm. He was at that
point where his mind and his body were fighting with each other. One wanted the
wonderful feeling to go on forever while the other wanted to feel the sweet release of
cumming. He might have stayed at that point for some time except that Natalie
remembered a recent conversation with Rosie.
Stopping what she was doing, she moistened her middle finger. When it was
slick with a mixture of her saliva and his pre-cum, she used it to gently toy with his
brown, puckered asshole. Michael was unaccustomed to this and the sensation almost
made him lose control. Fighting desperately to hold back, he felt her finger penetrate
his tight sphincter, invading his dark tunnel. Natalie made a ring of the thumb and
index finger of her free hand and ran it rapidly up and down Michael's thick pulsing
shaft while she captured just the purple spongy crown of his throbbing cock in her
mouth. At the same time, she continued fucking his ass with her finger,
pushing it into him a little farther with each thrust.
Michael's hips were pumping wildly, making Natalie's job more difficult. Finally
she drove her finger home, buried all the way up his ass. She left it there for just a
moment to allow his virgin tunnel to acclimate to its assailant then started probing,
moving her finger in small circles, looking for the kernel of his prostate gland. When
she found it and pressed gently, an electric spark shot through Michael's body sending
him careening over the edge into the strongest orgasm he could remember. It seemed
that he pumped gallons of thick hot cum into Natalie's nursing mouth while she
continued massaging him inside his ass and jacking off his cock. He kept cumming for
as long as she continued. Finally, his body could take no more and he slumped
against the cockpit coaming in a stupor.
Tracy squealed as her orgasm overtook her but it was too late for Angela to win
the contest. The young cheerleader was quickly bound to the boom, unavailable for
sex but deliciously vulnerable for punishment, while the others immersed themselves
in every possible form of sex and debauchery.
Tracy and Rosie, both confirmed devotees of breast and nipple torture, wasted
no time in including the poor blond in their games. They each took a small crop and
positioned themselves on either side of the hapless girl. Slowly, and with great
deliberation, they thoroughly whipped Angela's firm tits which brought screams of
pleasure and pain from the bound beauty. When her tits were completely red and hot,
the two older women attacked her aching nipples with their teeth and lips. Angela's
poor nipples soon took on the same angry color as the rest of her tit flesh and grew to
at least twice their former length.
Satisfied that Angela was as focused on her breasts as possible, Tracy and
Rosie simultaneously snapped sewing clamps on each tortured nubbin, bringing wails
of agony from the poor girl. Angela threw her chest from side to side trying to dislodge
the terrible instruments that bit into her tender flesh. This, of course, only served to stir
the passions of the rest of the group, who went back to their orgy with even more energy.
By the end of the evening there was scarcely an inch of Angela's body that had
not felt a taste of the whip, or crop. When they finally released her, she collapsed onto
the cockpit floor, so weak she was unable to move on her own. She had lost track of
the number of orgasms she had endured. Although she had not been allowed to
partake in the sucking and fucking, every member of the cruise had used her
when they felt the need to hone their flagging appetites. The women, rarely
given the opportunity to indulge their dominant sides, had been especially cruel to
her. And she had loved it! While they were extremely harsh in their punishment, they
were also exquisitely soft and gentle afterwards, and never failed to bring the young
cheerleader to several sceaming orgasms with their mouth and hands. Angela decided
that it was this wide range of sensations and the fact that women knew all the
"special" spots to bring both maximum pain and exquisite pleasure that made her love being a
slave to a woman.
Natalie, as the winner, received more than her share of attention that night, but
was a little disappointed after it was all over. She had been fucked in every possible
way by every man there. She had managed to cum many times, but none of them had
been the bone-crushing, earth shattering orgasms that she experienced while being
tortured. Natalie realized that Angela had won after all and could hardly wait for her
turn to be everyone's toy for the evening.
The next two nights belonged to Rosie and Connie. They were so intense that,
afterward, the crew opted for a day of rest and recuperation since the guys were all
"fucked out" and the ladies were sore and bruised. The day was devoted to
sightseeing, sampling the cuisine ashore, and snorkeling around a few of the
gorgeous reefs. That night, before going to bed, they met in the cockpit for a nightcap
and agreed the respite had done wonders for them and they were ready to continue
the following day.
Natalie slept fitfully. She knew that she and Tracy were the only two ladies who
had not yet been selected as the central figure for the evening's entertainment. The
girl was ready for her turn, even craved it, but she was still very afraid of what they
might do to her. She hoped she would not disgrace herself when her time came.
Over drinks that evening, Michael proposed a simple game of poker, Five-Card
Stud, to determine whether Tracy or Natalie would be the "Chosen One" for the rest of
the evening. Natalie paired up jacks on her third card and that held up through the
remainder of the hand. Winning the hand gave Natalie the honor of choosing her fate
for the evening. She could take her turn now or put it off one more day. It was a
difficult choice. Natalie was ready to serve her turn now, but if she chose to be the last
participant she would spend the whole day as a sex slave to the entire party. It was a
choice of immediate gratification versus the potential for a day she would remember
the rest of her life. The need to experience as much as possible won out and Natalie
chose to wait for the following day. By default, Tracy was the victim for the evening.
Bill was pleased on both counts. He had been anxiously waiting for a chance at
Tracy and he already had several things in mind that he was sure would bring out the
best in the beautiful blond. She and Michael had both indicated that there would be
few limits when it was Tracy's turn. But he was also pleased that Natalie would be the
last of his group to take her turn as victim. Being the newest member, he had not had
as much time to explore her tendencies and see what it took to unleash the sexual
animal he knew lurked beneath the surface of the hot-blooded Spanish girl. With a full
day at their disposal, he could orchestrate Natalie's session to include the widest
range of experiences.
Once it was decided that Tracy was the victim for the evening, Michael pulled
Bill aside. "Tracy and I have talked about this night and we have a request to make.
She feels that I take it too easy on her when we play and I have to admit that she
may be right. I just can't seem to bring myself to be as rough as I know she wants me
to be and I feel uncomfortable when I am dominating her. We would consider it a
favor if you would take over tonight and really show her what it takes to be a slave
and how a true Master operates. She has watched you with the others so she is fully
aware of what she is in for and I believe it is something she truly wants to experience.
Earlier this morning she told me that, if chosen, she wanted to go through the whole
thing without a safe word. I have taken her to the edge several times but I don't think
she has ever reached the point where the pain and the humiliation were enough to
satisfy her. We have used it as elaborate foreplay, something to sharpen the senses
in preparation for the fucking that always followed, but the sex has never really been
made into an integral part of the game. When the sex began, the bondage play
always stopped."
Bill nodded his head, remembering that he had gone through the same thing
with Connie. For that matter, Rosie and Jean had also asked for similar experiences.
Kim had been so totally dominated from the beginning that she obviously felt no need
to ask for more although she frequently urged the guys to spank her harder or tie her
tighter. Angela and Natalie, still new enough to the whole thing, were satisfied with the
way things were, at least for the present. Bill had no doubt that they would eventually
reach the point where they would ask for more just as the others had
Calling Tracy over to him he looked deep into her shimmering sea-green eyes.
"Michael has told me what you want but I want to hear it from you. Tell me exactly
what it is that you want me to do tonight."
Tracy didn't hesitate. Still staring into Bill's eyes, she answered with conviction.
"I want you to take me where you have taken Connie. She loves the pain, craves the
humiliation, and revels in serving as your sex slave and slut. Make the pain do more
for me than just whet my appetite for sex and make my pussy wet. I want it to
consume me. I have never cum just from being whipped or paddled and I want to
experience that at least once. Mike has agreed to confine himself to the others for
tonight and to try to capture as much of my evening on tape as possible. Make me
your slut and slave for the night and force me into doing every filthy and disgusting
thing you can imagine."
"Where you want to go is at the end of a very long and sometimes painful
road," Bill said. "We will start the journey now, although I cannot promise that we will
reach our destination in just one day, since that depends mainly upon our starting
point." Looking at Michael, he continued. "I understand that you have turned Tracy
over to me and have agreed to stay out of the proceedings, however, I think the best
way for us to begin is for the two of you to give us all a show. I would like to see what
you do in a typical session. This will accomplish two things. It will give me a better
idea of what Tracy is used to and how much she can take. It will get us all heated up
and into the flow of things. Get our juices flowing, so to speak." He added with a wry grin.
The group quickly settled around the cockpit while Tracy went below for
Michael's bag of toys and equipment. Natalie, knowing that she was the "Chosen One"
for the next day, took a place on Bill's right, hoping for some preliminary action from
him. Knowing that she was going to watch Tracy suffer awakened Jean's dominant
instincts, so she sat beside Mike and gave his cock and balls a firm squeeze to let
him know that she was in control. This was not lost on Angela who hurried to Jean's
other side, hoping the older woman would see fit to use her as well. Jimmy sat up on
the coaming behind his mother and immediately reached into her bikini bra, filling his
hands with her ample tits and giving her nipples a hard pinch. Connie moaned softly
and pushed her chest forward, letting her son know that she wanted more. Charles
settled between Rosie and Kim, his cock leaping at the prospect of playing with a
mother-daughter team.
After pulling the boom to one side, Michael sat on a stool above the
companionway. He and Tracy were center-stage and slightly above everyone else, so
there would be no obstructed views. Instinctively and without being told, Tracy lay
across his lap in the classic spanking position. She shivered as her husband slowly
peeled her bikini bottoms down her quivering thighs.
The first spank was hard, bringing instant color to the woman's white buttock
and a sharp yelp from her lips. "One," she counted aloud, "thank you, Master."
By the time Tracy had counted twenty spanks, her ass cheeks were glowing
and tears streamed down her face. Michael paused long enough to rummage through
his bag for a flexible leather paddle. "Now that you're warmed up, let's see how you
like the next twenty with this," he growled, tensed his arm and flattened her half-
moons with a sharp snap of his wrist. The loud crack startled everyone and brought a
bloodcurdling scream from Tracy, who blubbered for several minutes before she was
finally able to count the stroke.
The next twenty spanks took much longer than the first because Tracy had
such a hard time counting after each blow. Michael directed several cuts to the meaty
portion of her thighs and these drew especially animated gyrations and wails of agony
from the abused blond.
Rising from his seated position, Michael unceremoniously dumped his
blubbering wife from his lap. His gruff voice betrayed that he was now fully into his
role as Master. "Stand up and hold your arms over your head," he ordered. While
Tracy scrambled to her feet and assumed the position, he dipped into the bag once
more, this time selecting a short multi stranded whip. "I know how much you love this,"
he said sarcastically, indicating the device that dangled from his wrist. "This is your
party so you choose. You can have the next ten on your ass and thighs or take them
on your tits."
Every woman in the group empathized with Tracy. The choice was an awful
one to make. Her tits, yet unmarked, would suffer horribly under the whip, but her ass
and thighs were sore and bruised from the spanking and paddling she had endured.
Being whipped there, on top of her already sensitized skin, would be agonizing. Tracy
didn't think she could take ten lashes from the whip on her backside without breaking
down completely and she didn't want to do that, especially so soon into what promised
to be a long evening of pain and pleasure. Gritting her teeth and trying to steady her
voice, she said, "My tits, Sir. Please whip my breasts, and thank you for allowing me
to choose."
Almost before she had uttered the words, Michael snapped his wrist, sending
the leather tentacles toward his wife's magnificent tits. Everyone in the boat reacted to
the crack that echoed across the water and the low guttural moan that tore from the
blond victim. Dark red lines appeared instantly, a testament to the strength behind his
first blow. To her credit, Tracy held her position. She kept her hands over her head
and fought off the overwhelming urge to dance around on the cabin top. A careful
observer would have even seen her back straighten and her chest push her out,
welcoming the blows that she knew would follow.
Michael did not disappoint her or the audience. Nine more quick slashes made
her dissolve into tears and turned her perfect globes into a seething mass of welted,
overheated flesh. Bill gave Michael a nod of admiration. He had used the whip to
perfection. Every square inch of Tracy's tits was crisscrossed with dark red lines, but
there was no evidence of broken skin anywhere. Her nipples were thick and long,
engorged with blood, and at a height of arousal that she had seldom experienced.
Tracy felt the cool, sea breeze wafting over her hot tit-flesh and her highly sensitive
ass and thighs. It felt sensuous and moved her up another step in her climb toward
total depravity.
The exhibition had its effect on the audience. All the men sported throbbing
erections. Each woman felt a tightness in her chest as her tits hardened and became
aware of the dampness in her crotch as lubrication flooded her pussy. Hands began to
stray to the nearest available body. Women grabbed at the cocks of their partners and
gripped them tightly while the men twirled and pinched nipples and strummed at
emerging clits.
Even though he was occupied with Natalie, Bill focused on Tracy. He
recognized the glassy look and slack jaw that signified she was on the abyss. A little
push in the right direction and she would go over the edge, spiraling farther down into
the depth of depravity that she craved. Michael had grabbed her by the head and was
forcing his cock down her throat. Bill knew what would happen. The man would cum in
his wife's mouth and then lose interest in the game. She would be left hanging on the
edge, frustrated after having come so far and wanting desperately to go on, but being
denied because her husband couldn't bring himself to abuse or humiliate her beyond
this point.
Bill knew that it was time to take over. He waited until Michael bellowed,
signaling that he was dumping a hot load of jism down Tracy's rapidly swallowing
throat, then quickly moved to the couple. Nodding toward Natalie, who was pinching
her own nipples and squeezing her clit, he said, "Let's trade places. Natalie could use
some help right now and I have some ideas for this cocksucking slut wife of yours."
Tracy's eyes flashed as she filled with hope that this time would be different.
She had seen Bill work with the other women in his party and she knew he was
capable of taking her where she desperately wanted to go. She only hoped that she
had the courage and the stamina to go with him.
What she didn't realize was that, at this point, she had no choice. Once Bill
stepped forward and took control, Tracy became his slave. She was his slut, his
property, and he could, and would, do with her as he wished. There would be no
turning back now, at least until she had gone at least one level deeper into the dark
recesses of her mind where her true desires lay waiting to be brought out, examined,
and explored.
Bill used wrist cuffs to fasten Tracy's hands behind her back. He then pulled a
short length of rope above her elbows tight enough to make them touch and bring a
whimper from the bound girl. Using a crop, Bill pushed on the back of her head,
forcing her cheek to the floor and mashing her sore tits flat against the floor. Tapping
the inside of her thighs with the crop, Bill let the girl know he wanted her to spread her
knees as far apart as possible and get her ass up high into the air. When he finished,
Tracy had assumed the classic posture of a slave when she is "presenting" herself for
her Master.
Tracy was excited. She knew she was exposing her most private parts to
everyone on the boat and she knew the juice was spilling out of her overheated pussy
and running down her thighs. When she felt the tip of the crop tapping at her brown
puckered asshole she wondered if he would whip her there. The thought had just
darted through her mind when a searing white hot heat drove the thought from her.
Her brain was still trying to register what was happening to her when he struck again.
The third blow hit the area between her asshole and her pussy sending lightening
bolts of pain through her lower body. It occurred to Tracy that he was working his way
toward her pussy and soon the awful crop would be slashing against her most
sensitive area. Instinctively she brought her knees together and dropped her hips to
protect herself.
There was a collective intake of breath as everyone saw what she had done.
Tracy knew immediately that she had made a dreadful mistake and scrambled to
correct her error, knowing that it was too late and that she would suffer horribly for this
brief lapse.
