Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club 2
CHAPTER 14
Over the course of their marriage, Tracy had been whipped, had clamps
attached to her nipples, and had been forced to suck and fuck men and women who
had cruised with them. She took it all without complaint and enjoyed the loose lifestyle
that she and her husband had adopted. She had always wanted Michael to push her
more, but was happy with what she got. What pain she had endured had been light
and short-lived. The humiliation of others seeing her abase herself was exciting. Tracy
enjoyed the whipping, especially when it involved her tits. It seemed to awaken her
entire body and stoked her internal fires until they raged, threatening to consume her.
In all that time though, she had never had her asshole or pussy whipped and
just the thought of it sent shivers of terror through her body. She and Michael had
never discussed it but she had an extremely sensitive asshole. The toilet paper they
bought for the boat always had to be the highest quality because Tracy couldn't abide
the roughness of the cheaper stuff. Anal sex had never been mentioned and Tracy
was glad. She didn't want to refuse Michael anything, but the idea of him penetrating
her asshole with his hard stiff cock petrified her. The closest she had come to anal
sex happened during a cruise when a lady slipped her finger into Tracy's ass while
licking her pussy. She went into immediate paroxysms, cumming for what seemed like
hours, but had not connected it to the finger in her ass.
The crop snapping against her asshole and moving inexorably toward her pussy
had panicked her. There was pain but it was not as much as she had already
withstood when Michael whipped her tits. Tracy knew that her pussy, the core of her
sexuality, the very seat of her being, was about to be whipped and her body
instinctively moved to protect itself.
Tracy's behavior showed weakness and poor training, something that Bill would
not tolerate. All the women shuddered as they envisioned what their Master might do
to show this slave the error of her ways.
Moving swiftly, Bill yanked Tracy to her feet by her bound arms. Pain raced
through the girl's shoulders, which were almost dislocated from supporting the weight
of her body. She scrambled to get her feet under her and take the strain off her
shoulders. Bill attached a thick belt around Tracy's waist and snapped the main
halyard into the D ring in front. He removed the rope holding her elbows together and
disconnected her wrist cuffs from each other. Bill busily wrapped ropes around several
wenches and tied snap hooks to their free ends. Continuing, he quickly snapped
leather shackles around Tracy's slim ankles and connected each ankle and wrist to a
rope leading to a wench before finally pausing to survey his efforts.
Summoning the group, he outlined his plan. One person would man each of the
self-tailing wenches and one would control the main halyard. When the main wench
was cranked, Tracy would be hoisted up, suspended from the D ring in front of the
belt around her waist. The other wenches would draw her arms and legs taut at acute
angles from her body, leaving her stretched into a human X with her entire weight
supported by the wide band around her waist. Tracy would be totally exposed, her tits,
cunt, and asshole completely accessible. It was a variation of a medieval rack made
even more painful by the midair suspension.
Tracy fought her bonds, pulling and tugging furiously as they grew tighter. Once
she accepted the futility of her efforts, she calmed down and tried to assess her
situation. She was uncomfortable but not unduly so. The pain was bearable and
certainly not as bad as having her tits and pussy whipped. She still felt the throbbing
in her tits and ass from her earlier flogging, and was embarrassed when she realized
that her nipples were still stiff and hard from that experience. It was even more
embarrassing that her pussy was hot and dripping. She could feel the thick juice
running into the crack of her ass. Knowing that she was so obscenely displayed and
that everyone could see her arousal only made it worse for the poor girl. Occasionally
Tracy would pull at one of her ropes, trying to ease the strain. This was quickly
rewarded by each person cranking their wench one more click, drawing the ropes
tighter and increasing the strain on Tracy's splayed body. It only took a few of these
attempts before Tracy understood that she was not to move.
A fumbling at her crotch caught the girl's attention. She tried raising her head to
see what was happening but the strain on her neck was too great. Besides, the arch
in her body made it impossible to see what the activity was all about. After several
minutes, Tracy flushed a deep crimson color when she finally identified the unfamiliar
sensations. They were shaving her pussy! Whoever was doing the humiliating deed
was just finishing by carefully scraping all the hair from the area between her pussy
and asshole. Tracy felt a tingling burning sensation as lotion was rubbed into the
freshly denuded area. She could only imagine how she looked, but she did know that
now there was no way to mask her excitement at what was happening to her. Her
weeping, pouting, pussy with her erect and throbbing clitoris was now visible to
anyone who cared to look. The woman had never felt so naked and exposed in her
life. With a start, she suddenly became aware that she had also never felt quite so hot
and horny before either! Tracy knew that she now looked exactly like the slut she had
always wanted to portray.
As the image of how she must appear filled her brain, Tracy felt herself slipping
into a world apart from herself. She began to lose her identity and took on a role she
had always felt deep within her. She was a slut, a sex toy for anyone who wanted her.
Her body and her mind craved only one thing, to be used in the most bizarre ways
that anyone could imagine. The pain she felt in her tits and ass sharpened her senses
and made her want more. Her joints screamed from her bound position but she
reveled in the sensation, knowing that it would make her pleasure that much more acute.
Suddenly hands were all over her body, pinching, squeezing, and massaging.
Someone took one of her breasts in both hands, circling it at the base and squeezing
hard. Someone else worked at her turgid nipple, twirling it, pinching it, and thumping it.
Tracy felt her chest swell as she unconsciously tried to force more of her tit-flesh into
the grasp of her unknown tormentors.
Meanwhile, other hands were equally busy at her slick vee. Her clit was
tweaked, pinched and pulled, while her bald cunt lips were peeled back, opened like a
flower in early morning. Fingers entered her juicy pussy. First one, then two, and
finally three. The same scene was being echoed in her ass. Tracy would have never
believed that her tiny, puckered asshole could have accommodated three fingers deep
inside. Once inside the fingers took on a life of their own, wiggling in circles, plunging
in and out, and scraping the sensitive tissue along the sides of her cuntal walls and
asshole. All the fingers seemed to know just when to stop. Tracy soared to new levels
of arousal, but she was never allowed to peak. When they finally stopped, Tracy was
quivering with excitement. She was so close to cumming that the slightest touch would
have pushed her over the edge.
Bill leaned over and spoke menacingly in Tracy's ear. "Now you will learn how
a slave behaves herself under the whip. Everything you have belongs to me and I will
choose how to use it. If I want to whip your pussy or your asshole you will not only
allow it without complaint but you will welcome the opportunity to serve your Master in
any way he sees fit. To show that you have learned this lesson you will now beg to be
whipped, count each stroke, thank me, then ask for another. When you can't take any
more, you may ask me to stop. If I don't think you have had enough I will give you
twice as many as you have already taken, so take care that you don't try to quit too soon."
"Yes, Master." Tracy squeaked, her voice trembling. "Please whip me. I have
disgraced myself and need to be punished. Use my ass and pussy any way you wish.
Punish me until I have earned your forgiveness."
The first crack of the whip froze the poor girl. Her fingernails dug into her moist
palms and her toes curled so tightly her calves cramped. The wide leather tip of the
crop had landed squarely on her freshly shorn pussy. The pain fanned out in all
directions, sending lightning bolts of pure agony and lust through her taut body.
Panting wildly, Tracy managed to control her voice enough to count, "One!
Thank you, Master. Please whip me again."
Bill went from Tracy's pussy to her left tit, directing one blow to the turgid
nipple, one to the soft vulnerable area underneath, and one to each side before
repeating the process on her right tit. The tenth blow split her ass cheeks and landed
with a splat on her ass hole. She shrieked out, "Ten!" Tracy was losing control. Deep
in the recesses of her brain she knew she was supposed to say something but the
pain in her tits and throbbing ass hole forced the words out of her consciousness.
Bill allowed her some time to recover before continuing. When Tracy finally
became aware of what was going on she felt soft hands massaging her tits, ass, and
pussy. The warm lotion they were using felt good and the stinging pain of the crop
gradually subsided, replaced by a glow in all her erotic zones. It was several minutes
before Tracy realized that the warm glow was becoming increasingly hotter, rising to a
level that was just below uncomfortable.
Driven by a need that was growing with each passing moment, Tracy shrieked,
"Please Master! Don't stop whipping me. Make it hurt. I need to feel the pain. Whip
me until I cum!"
Every member of the group knew exactly how Tracy felt. At one time or
another, the women had all been in the same state of mind where nothing mattered
except the fires that raged inside, fueled by the stinging blows of a whip. All thoughts
of fear and self control were pushed aside by the promise of reaching a new pinnacle
of sexual bliss and fulfillment. The intense mental and physical stimulation turned
them into sexual animals, willing to do anything to achieve the ultimate release that
was just out of their grasp. There was not one woman in the group who would not
have traded places with Tracy in an instant if given the opportunity.
A cursory glance around the cockpit of the boat would have proven that
statement. There was not a dry pussy or limp cock to be seen!
Tracy's eyes were glassed over. The muscles in her taut stomach rippled and
the tendons that ran down the inside of her thighs stood out. The lotion that had been
so soothing at first was now making her tits and pussy throb as the heat became more
intense, threatening to drive her insane with lust. Thick juice flowed from between her
thighs as the poor girl hovered at the verge of exploding into an orgasm that she had
only experienced in most intimate carnal thoughts.
Her voice took on a strange guttural sound as she croaked out the hoarse
ravings of a lunatic, begging to be beaten and whipped. "More . . . Hurt
me . . . Whip me . . . Whip me until I scream . . . Make me cum," she chanted repeatedly.
Bill had changed to the devastating cat'o'nine tails and was rapidly rotating his
wrist so that the leather fingers danced lightly over Tracy's entire body. The pain was
insignificant, only a slight sting, but the effect was driving Tracy higher and higher on
her climb toward oblivion. With the knowledge that only an experienced Master can
acquire, Bill knew exactly when Tracy was ready. At that precise moment he tensed
his arm and sent the leather tentacles crashing between her legs.
Time stood still for Tracy. Her freshly denuded pussy was totally unprotected
from the awesome power of the whip. Pain exploded behind her eyes. She saw white
with little flecks of color as her mind seemed to analyze the individual effect of each
lash. One had snapped against the creamy smoothness of her left inner thigh echoed
by another on the other side. Two had slapped her lower belly between her navel and
pubic bone, framing her weeping pussy. Two others landed on the outer lips of her
labia, peeling them back with the force of the blow and exposing her quivering clit.
One found its way between her ass cheeks driving itself with incredible force through
her tightened sphincter and into her ass. Her pussy was similarly invaded as one
leather finger shot at least three inches into her gaping hole. The last was the most
exquisite. It started at the base of her exposed clit and rolled upward, flattening the
sensitive bundle of nerves against her protruding pubic bone. The leather tentacle
seemed to travel in slow motion as it moved up the length of her clit, the tip finally
snapping against the raw end of her most sacred piece of female flesh.
It was everything Tracy had dreamed of, and more. Her orgasm started at the
tip of her ravished clit and spread slowly throughout her entire body gathering speed
and heightening sensations as it passed over each lash mark. Tracy recalled, with
vivid detail, each spank, cut of the crop, and snap of the whip against her
supercharged flesh. As her mind relived her experience, she spiraled higher and
higher on the plane to orgasmic bliss. Each surge took her to a new level of pleasure
that surely could never be surpassed, only to ebb slightly before another flashback
sent her careening upward to uncharted heights of sexual ecstasy.
The others watched with envy as their beautiful shipmate shook through
countless orgasms. They saw her mouth open in silent screams of raw pleasure. They
noticed her muscles bunch up and lock tight as each new wave washed over her. The
women stared, fascinated by Tracy's engorged nipples. They were rock hard and
almost purplish in color as they quivered and expanded with each new surge. The
men could not pull their eyes away from her bald cunt which had taken on a life of its
own. Her outer lips puckered and pulled in, as if sucking on a thick milkshake, until
they almost disappeared. Once drawn in, they worked back and forth like they were
chewing a piece of tough meat. Finally, they exploded outward, blossoming like a
flower and emitted a stream of thick juice that coated her entire pussy, making it shine
in the bright moonlight. This ritual was performed with each new orgasm, making it
clear when each began, how long it lasted, and when it finally waned.
Time had stopped for Tracy. She had no idea how long she had served as the
centerpiece for the evening's entertainment and had long since lost track of the
number of orgasms she had experienced. She did know that this was exactly what
she had been looking for and that she never wanted it to end. These thoughts ran
through her head in the brief lucid moments between orgasms. There was nothing,
absolutely nothing that she wouldn't be willing to do to have this feeling again. Her life
had changed and would never be the same again.
Her mind began to clear as her cums lost some of their intensity and she
realized her lungs were burning. She had been so overwhelmed by sensations
that she had forgotten to breathe! As she gasped for air, she realized that her
night was almost over. A small part of her was relieved, because she didn't think her
tortured body could endure much more, but she was mostly sad that her night of total
depravity was coming to an end and she didn't know when, or if, it would be repeated.
Bill was not quite ready for the festivities to end. In fact, for everyone except
Tracy, the evening was just beginning! He watched her shiver through the last
remnants of her cums before stepping between her legs and lashing her sopping wet
pussy with his hard cock. While not painful, the shock jolted Tracy from her reverie.
She realized that she was about to be fucked while suspended in mid air. The thought
drove her insane with a renewed desire she wouldn't have thought possible.
This act was a silent signal that the orgy was about to begin. The ladies
stopped working on the hard cocks in their mouths and hands and prepared for the
main event of the evening. Natalie would have preferred being Bill's partner but was
satisfied with Michael. She had already worked her oral magic on him. His cock had
dumped a huge load into her hot, sucking mouth, which she swallowed with relish.
Watching his wife being tortured into ecstasy and Natalie's skillful tongue and lips
brought him quickly back to a full, throbbing erection. Michael was on his back with
Natalie kneeling over his quivering cock. She had given him a small multi stranded
whip to use on her once she impaled herself on his thick cock.
Connie couldn't have been happier that she was about to have her pussy and
ass reamed by her son. Jimmy didn't have the staying power of the older men but he
had the stamina and energy of youth. That, coupled with the utter depravity of fucking
her own son and watching her husband dominate their hostess, was enough to send
Bill's wife into that special place in her mind where lust took over and nothing else
mattered. She went down on all fours, her head resting on her arms and her ass high
in the air wiggling with anticipation. Jimmy had full access to either entryway and
Connie knew that he would use them both!
Kim reluctantly turned Charles over to her mother and paired up with her friend,
Angela. She normally preferred men at these times but knew that the evening was a
long way from being over. The guys were all worked up to a fever pitch after watching
Bill take Tracy through her paces and she would undoubtedly be well fucked before morning.
Jean tied a cord around the base of Mike's cock and balls and tightened it until
the poor man groaned and writhed in pain. His cock took on a deep purple color and
throbbed with anticipation. Pre-cum coated the spongy head and ran down the shaft,
covering his hairy balls with the slick, clear liquid. Jean straddled him and positioned
his cock at the entrance to her wet, hot cunt, waiting to impale herself when the time
was right. She faced away from her husband and held a short crop in her hand. She
knew that she risked hitting her own pussy while whipping him but considered it a
small price to pay since she knew it would drive him wild, making him slam into her
aching cunt with a vengeance.
Bill grabbed his cock and swirled the head around Tracy's red, swollen labia,
coating it with the slick juice that poured from her abused cunt. He marveled at the
heat that emanated from it. Placing his hands on her hips, he smiled when he felt her
tense and strain against the ropes that held her. Her head, the only part of her that
could move, whipped from side to side as she babbled incoherently.
"Uunngghhhh! Yessss! Fuck me. Oh God, split me open with your cock Fuck
me hard. Fuck me fast. Pound my pussy with that hard dick. Make it hurt. Make it
bleed! Oh God, Yes, Yes Yeesssssssss!" Her voice rose into a shriek of hysteria as
Bill drove his cock into her with full force, sinking in all the way to his balls in one
hard, driving motion.
Almost simultaneously four other cocks sliced into four other pussies bringing
similar squeals of delight from the recipients. The smell of sex filled the air as did the
unmistakable sounds of animal-like coupling. The casual observer would have had
little doubt about what was happening on the sleek yacht. Indeed, a couple on a boat
anchored several hundred yards away dropped the binoculars they had been using to
discreetly eavesdrop on their neighbors, and tore into each other with a passion they
had not felt in years!
Dawn was breaking before the last of the revelers dropped in a heap on the
cockpit floor, exhausted but satiated. Tracy had not been released and was forced to
spend the night in stringent bondage. She was sore, uncomfortable, and slept fitfully,
but had never been happier in her life. The pretty blonde would have given anything to
remain where she was forever. Just before sleep overtook her, she shivered through
one last tiny cum as she relived her experience in her mind.
"My God," she thought to herself. "What kind of wanton slut have I become that
just thinking about it makes me cum?" The question went unanswered as she drifted
off to sleep, tired and in pain, but smiling contentedly.
The next day was needed for rest, recovery, and planning. Bill spoke with
Natalie, who was, by default, the last "victim" of the cruise. She was the newest
member of the group and, while she had experienced a lot, she had not had her limits
tested. The black-haired, black-eyed, Spanish vixen was afraid but very excited. She
assured Bill that she was game for anything he wanted to try and that she wanted her
day to be special. Haltingly, she told him that she wanted nothing held back and no
"safe" word. She put herself into his hands and trusted that, no matter how he hurt her
or what he made her do, she would be grateful when the experience was over.
It was exactly what Bill wanted to hear and he spent the rest of the day mulling
over how he would handle the responsibility. He had long, deep discussions with the
other members including Tracy, who had just gone through her own break-through
trial. Before bedtime he had formulated his plan and gathered the equipment he needed.
The whole crew had been in on the planning stages and excitement was
running high. Natalie was probably the most electrified one of the group. Fear of the
unknown kept her anxious and nervous, but the desire to awaken her deepest, most
depraved sexual forces energized her. She knew that she would be driven to her
breaking point and maybe beyond, but she desperately craved the release that she
had seen in the others. Natalie sensed that she stood poised, ready to dive head first
into uncharted waters and a whole new life. She had witnessed the change in the
others and knew that she would not be the same after this. She had made a decision
that would possibly spell disaster for the rest of her life and she agonized over the
thought, but she had seen the look of pure lust and ecstasy on Tracy's face as she
shuddered through orgasm after orgasm and had witnessed the almost religious fervor
of Connie and Rosie as they suffered under the whip. Even Kim and Angela, as young
as they were, embraced the life-style and seemed secure and happy with their lot.
There was no turning back now and Natalie shuddered as she developed scene after
gruesome scene in her mind. She trusted Bill completely, and knew that she would
emerge unscarred with no permanent damage. It was a small bit of hope to cling to
but enough to give her the courage to face her ordeal.
