Janice.

by ‘The Fantasist.’

 

Chapter one.

 

 

I first met Janice when she was just sixteen.  It was in the early summertime, and late evening, and I was driving back from a business meeting and I saw this girl walking. She was thumbing for a lift so I slowed down to take a look. She was about five feet four inches tall with long shapely legs that were accentuated by her short skirt so, being a red-blooded American male, I stopped for her. As she opened the passenger door and got into the car I saw that she didn’t only have great legs, she also had a great figure. At that time I would have guessed that she was about twenty, it was only later that I found out she was a teenager.

As she got in I saw that she was wearing a white cotton blouse that appeared to be one size too small for her. The material was stretched tightly across her breasts so that their size was emphasized, and the top three buttons were undone to display her pretty cleavage. I asked where she was going and she said just back into town. As I drove on she wriggled in her seat and her skirt rode right up so that I couldn’t help noticing that she was not wearing any panties.

She quickly pulled it down. My mind was in a whirl, she may have just been settling into her seat and let it ride up by accident, but it seemed to me that she did it on purpose to show me what she had to offer! I glanced at her and smiled – she smiled back. We were still quite a way from the outskirts of the town. Suddenly she said, “I suppose you would like me to give you something for the ride?” I sensed what she meant so I replied, “No, I’d rather give you something!” She giggled and her skirt rode up again, this time she didn’t pull it down. Instead she slowly undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse.

I pulled off the road into a quiet lane that led into a picnic area. There was one other car parked and I pulled up on the opposite side. It was dark enough now that no one would see us unless they came right up to the car. The girl didn’t need either to be asked or told. She undid her seat belt, got out of the car, and into the back seat. By the time I joined her she was pulling her blouse off. I put my arms around her and kissed her while I fumbled for the clip on her bra:

“It’s a front fastener she giggled.” And undid it for me. Her breasts were magnificent full and firm and with lovely nipples the size of big brown acorns. I caressed them and she pressed forward, pushing them into my hands. She was evidently very randy and I tweaked her nipples for her. Then I turned my attention to the hem of her skirt. As I went to touch it she spread her legs apart and for the second time I was treated to the sight of her pretty pussy. By this time she had my fly unzipped and her hand inside my underpants, clutching my already stiff cock.

I stroked her pussy and let my fingers slip between the lips. She was nice and wet, good and ready for sex! She pulled my prick out and bent over me. I sighed with pleasure as she took my knob into her mouth and tickled the underside of my shaft with her tongue. This girl was very experienced. While she sucked on it I managed to remove my slacks and when she backed off for a moment I got my shorts off as well.

She complimented me on the size of my tool. Well, I am quite proud of it, it is just over ten and a half inches long and a little over two inches thick as well. By this time I had realised that she was not as old as I had first thought and I asked her if she would be able to take it all. She retorted, “I may be only sixteen but I have had a man’s cock before!” I didn’t doubt her for a moment! She followed up with, “And I’ve taken my pill today too.”

She gave me a kiss and told me to lean back, and then she moved across, put her hands under the cheeks of her ass, and lowered herself onto me. She was nice and tight, but not that tight and my thick shaft slid all the way up her in one easy slide. She sat there for a moment or two; leaning forward slightly and squirming to make sure she had got it all up her. I reached around her and fondled her tits again. I moved my legs further apart and she gasped as another half inch slid into her. Then she began to move. Slowly she lifted and lowered herself, sighing with contentment. She sounded almost as thought she was purring.

She really enjoyed, it and so did I! I was fifteen years older than she was but I had good stamina and we enjoyed our mutual feelings for several minutes. After a while she started to move a little faster, then faster still and she began to whimper with sexual delight. She kept this up for some few minutes before she suddenly rammed herself down hard and sat there shaking and shuddering. She tried not to cry out to loudly because the other car was not far away, but she was certainly enjoying a most fabulous orgasm.

She pulled off, turned around, bent over and took my cock in her mouth again, sucking it clean for me. When she had finished she kissed me again and thanked me for screwing her. ”Ooh,” she said, I can’t wait to have you in front of me, that way it should go up even further!”  I told her that I lived alone so would she like to come home with me? She was delighted at the suggestion. As I pulled up my pants she pushed her bra: into one of my pockets and then slipped her blouse onto her shoulders.

We got back in the front and I drove on. I glanced at her sideways, she was smiling and was holding the hem of her little skirt and flapping it as though to cool off her hot pussy! I said, “You are very good you know.” And she said, “No I’m not, I’m Janice!” When we reached the house I thumbed the remote button for the garage door and drove straight in. Then I closed the door behind us and we went into the house through the door from the garage to the kitchen.

She didn’t wait for me, just went straight upstairs. I called after her, “Second door on the right.” Then I grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and when I caught up with her she was already in my bed, naked. It took me less than a minute to join her, and soon I was between her widespread thighs with my prick right up inside her. She loved every inch of it. She admitted that she hadn’t actually seen one quite as big a mine before, but that she did like big thick ones and now that she had tried it, she wanted to feel it inside her again - and again! We didn’t sleep much that night. Janice was insatiable. At about two-thirty in the morning I fetched another bottle of wine and some cold chicken from the fridge and in the early hours we finally fell asleep.

When I awoke, for a moment I thought it had all been a fantastic dream. Then I realised something was pressing against me. No, it wasn’t something – it was someone – it was Janice. She had one arm across my chest and one leg between mine, and her pussy was pressed hard against my thigh! She must have felt that I was awake and she stirred. She looked at me and smiled, and said, “Please fuck me again lover!” Of course I did as she asked - how could I refuse? In fact I screwed her three times more before we got up, showered, (Oh, once more in the shower!) and went down to the kitchen for some coffee and toast.

 

 

 

Chapter two.

 

Janice seemed surprised that I should live in such a big house all alone and in fact it turned out that I wasn’t alone for much longer, six weeks later Janice moved in. Despite her lack of years she wasn’t only good at sex. She was a very reasonable plain cook as well and looked after me very satisfactorily. It was a good arrangement, she looked after my needs and I looked after hers.

However, she was insatiable, and at times I found it difficult to keep up with her demands for sex. She was absolutely sex mad, a real nymphomaniac! Whenever I had to go out on business early in the morning Janice was always slightly less demanding in the afternoon and evening. I guessed that probably the milk deliveryman, or maybe the mailman, was screwing her, or perhaps both of them! I thought ‘what the hell?’ at least it kept her happy.

Then one evening things got more interesting. Janice had just turned seventeen and I had three friends round for a game of poker. I had discussed this with Janice and she had said she would be quite happy to be a waitress for the evening and keep us provided with sandwiches and drinks. The guys came around as arranged, Janice brought us ham sandwiches and cold beers, and we started to play. The guys commented on the fact that Janice looked very attractive.

She was wearing her tight white cotton blouse with plenty of cleavage showing and she had on a very short, tight, black skirt with a slit up one side. She was also wearing black stockings and high heels, and a little white frilly apron – she really looked the part. In fact her skirt was so short that we could see where her garter belt straps were clipped to the tops of her stockings.

She kept out of the way while we played a few hands and when she came back with the second tray of beers her appearance was slightly different. She had dispensed with her bra; and undone two more buttons on her blouse, and her breasts were very nicely displayed for us all to see! The guys were very appreciative, and told her so! We played poker but my three friends were not really concentrating now and I won easily. I didn’t want to take money from friends this way so I suggested that we called it a night.

At that moment Janice came in with more drinks, and wow! This time she was topless and without her skirt, and she stood at the table wearing just the little frilly apron, her garter belt, stockings and high heels! The guys took the beers with their eyes wide open in surprise as they gazed adoringly at her gorgeous breasts and nipples. Then she turned round and they saw her pretty bare ass. She turned back to face us and put the tray on the table, “Is there anything else you guys would like?” she said. Then, quite deliberately she reached behind her, undid the apron and let it drop to the floor.

She bent towards me with her lovely tits swinging in front of her, “Sorry lover,” she whispered, “But I need it so badly tonight!” I smiled and nodded, and knowing that she now had my full approval she gave me a kiss, then looked round and asked, “Who’s first?” I was excited now and I suddenly realised that I would really enjoy seeing Janice get screwed by someone else. I got up and suggested that she bend over the back of my chair and hold onto the seat while we took turns with her from behind. She did so, sticking her pert little ass up behind her and spreading her legs wide to show us what was on offer. I stood back and invited my friends to enjoy themselves!

When the first guy had finished with her she asked him to stand in front of her and she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it clean while the next guy was screwing her. She did this for all three, and me as well. Then she said that she hoped the guys would come again one evening for another ‘game’, and she went off to have a shower. The guys were impressed, what other games did she have in mind they wanted to know? Two of them left soon after that but one, Matt, stayed to chat for a while. We sat down with a bottle of bourbon between us and I told him about Janice’s insatiability for sex.

He responded by telling me that he and his wife, Anna, also liked a lot of sex, and a bit of variety with it, so they attended swap parties almost every weekend. He said why didn’t Janice and I go with them to the next one? I thought about it. It seemed a good idea, and I was almost certain that Janice would agree. I called her down and she came – naked and clutching a small towel which didn’t quite cover her pussy and only came halfway up to the lower half of her breasts so that we could see her nipples peeping over the top. I told her what Matt had suggested and she immediately asked how soon could we go! She also said that the thought of it had made her pussy wet again and would Matt and I please fuck her again.

Matt called the next evening and told me there was a party arranged for the following Saturday evening and that he and Anna would pick us up around eight o’clock. They did so and we all headed off to the party. Janice was wearing her white blouse and short black skirt again, and when she sat in the back of Matt’s car her skirt rode up to show the tops of her stockings and most of her thighs. When we arrived Janice took one look at the size of the house and said, ”Ooh there must be lots of lovely bedrooms!” We went in and Matt introduced us to the host and hostess. We were given drinks from a small bar at one end of the room. Our host and his wife were already in their underwear.

I realised that Anna wasn’t with us anymore and looked around for her. She was on a settee sitting between two guys. Both guys were completely naked and one had his hand inside the top of Anna’s dress and was fondling her breasts. The other man had pulled her skirt up almost to her waist and I could see that she was bare-assed underneath it, and that the guy was fingering her pussy for her. She seemed happy to have them both attending to her at the same time and I guessed it wouldn’t be long before they took her to bed. I looked back to make a comment to Janice and was just in time to see her headed for the stairs with Matt’s arm around her waist.

I wasn’t left alone for long before a woman of about forty came and stood in front of me. She was wearing a button through dress that was completely undone to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath it. “You’re new,” she said, “what have you got to offer me?” Then she brazenly unzipped my fly and reached her hand inside. She grasped my stiffening cock and her eyes widened. “Come with me big boy,” she said. And without letting go she turned and led me upstairs.

The bedrooms all seemed to be in use but she wasn’t discouraged. She found a room with twin beds and with only a cursory glance at the naked man and woman copulating on one them she led me to the second and indicated that I should undress and lie on my back. She shrugged her dress off her shoulders and got astride me. Then she impaled herself on my fully erect tool and leaned forward to offer me her nipples to suck on while she worked herself to an orgasm. When she achieved it, which was quite soon, she got up and left, leaving me with the other couple.

It appeared that the guy on the other bed had come too fast without satisfying his partner and was unable to manage another erection quickly. The young woman, who looked to be about twenty-five, saw that the opposite had occurred with me and that my prick was still upright and rigid. Wriggling out from under the guy who had disappointed her she got astride me and prepared to lower herself onto my cock. I stopped her. She was obviously close to reaching a climax and I didn’t want another woman satisfying herself at my expense.

Chapter three.

 

I told her to slow down and lay on my side so that she could lie with me. Then I turned her on her back and put one leg between hers. She immediately spread her legs wide, and murmured happily as I moved on top and slowly pushed my knob into her wet hole. Gradually I pushed further and my shaft filled her tunnel. She squirmed with delight and again I had to ask her to try and calm herself.

Then, slowly, very slowly, I moved back and forth to give her what she wanted. She soon got excited again and I stopped moving and held her tight for a few moments, then began again. Several times I calmed her down and several times she swore at me, calling me a sadistic bastard begging me to let her come. Then, when I was ready, I let her have her head and shot my sperm into her at the same time as she came to a shuddering, screaming orgasm. 

She took more than a few seconds to luxuriate in her feelings and she wasn’t cursing me now. Now she was kissing me and thanking me for the wonderful sensations that I had awoken inside her squirming body. Her previous partner had long since left the room and now, in between kisses, she was begging again. Pleading with me not to go. “Please,” she whispered, “let me suck on you and make you hard so you can do it for me again.”

I guessed that Janice was somewhere close by getting herself fucked senseless with the biggest cocks she could find so what else was there for me to do? I lay back while she worked on my prick and in a few minutes it was stiff again. She asked me which way I would like to have her and I suggested that we lay facing each other. She liked the idea of this and as I slid my cock into her for the second time she held me close, kissing and cuddling up to me as I slowly brought her to another exquisite climax.

When she left she said, “Don’t forget me. My name is Gina and I want to see you again!” After she had gone I got dressed again and headed for the bar. As I left the room I saw Janice, naked except for her garter belt, stockings and shoes, and going into one of the other rooms leading a big black guy by the hand. The guy was also naked and I saw that he was very well hung. He was possibly two inches longer than me, and just as thick. I knew that she was going to be very happy for a while.

I went to bed with another three women that night. One of them got onto the bed on all fours. She said her cunt was sore and asked me to screw her anus for her. I had never tried this before so I was happy to do as she asked and I was surprised to find that she achieved just as good an orgasm as if I had fucked her pussy.  I had two more encounters after that, the rest of the time I spent sitting at the bar with a large rum and coke. Janice, on the other hand never came downstairs until about two in the morning when most people were leaving. She was flushed with pleasure, and I guessed that she had probably been screwed around a dozen times or more in the five hours we had been there.

She had her blouse and skirt on and was carrying her bra; in her hand but she said that she couldn’t find her panties. I reminded her that she hadn’t been wearing any. She had not bothered to button her blouse and I could see that her lovely breasts showed signs of having been well mauled. She had little bruises where they had been gripped tightly, and a love bite close to the nipple of the left one. I touched one of the bruises and asked if it hurt. She said, “Yes, men are brutes – thank heaven!” I could see that she had enjoyed herself and I asked her if they had hurt her anywhere else. She told me that one guy had put her over his knee and smacked her ass like she was a schoolgirl. She said he whacked her quite hard and it had hurt at the time, but that she had found it really exciting! I asked if she would let him do it again and she said, “Oh yes, my cheeks were still stinging when he turned me over and fucked me and it made the sex so much more exciting!”

Matt had come up to us as she was saying this and I saw that he was very interested. Then Anna joined us and we went out to the car. On the way home Anna told us of another party coming up in two weeks time. She had written down the address for us and gave the slip of paper to Janice. We got home and went straight to bed. Janice had her back to me as she took off her skirt and I saw that the cheeks of her pretty ass were a nice rosy red colour. I fucked her one more time, and then we fell asleep exhausted.

With the help of my poker-playing friends I kept Janice happy until the day of the next party. This time she prepared herself for the evening more practically. She still preferred a blouse and skirt rather than a dress. But she chose a skirt that was not only nice and short, but also frilly and loose to make it easier for the guys to get their hands up it. She also gave up the idea of wearing a bra; but she still had on her garter belt and stockings with the high heel shoes because she said she thought that a girl looked sexier with some underwear on, rather than being completely naked. She also knew that the high heels made her legs look shapelier.

We found the house quite easily and were welcomed enthusiastically, especially by the men who had already found out what a little sex bomb Janice was. We were given drinks but Janice had only had a couple of sips when the big black guy came and took her away. I looked around and wondered who had smacked her ass for her. Was he here, and would he do it again?

When I finished my drink I saw an attractive woman on the other side of the room who took my fancy. She saw me looking and smiled so I went across and asked her if she would like to go upstairs with me. Unfortunately she turned out to be uninspiring in bed and I soon left her. As I walked past one bedroom I heard faint smacking sounds. Was that Janice I wondered? And was she still with the black guy, or had she found someone else by now?

I had another drink and then the Gina spotted me. It was a warm evening so we went out into the garden and I serviced her from behind while she bent over the back of a garden bench. This time she didn’t swear when I controlled her and made it last. She knew now that the longer it took the more enjoyable it would be. When she climaxed I had to put my hand over her mouth so that the neighbours wouldn’t her screaming with delight.

She made me promise to meet up with her again later in the evening. I went back upstairs. I was very curious now. I wanted to know who was slapping Janice’s ass, and why she liked it so much. Fortunately few people bothered to close the bedroom doors properly and I was able to look in to see who was there and what was going on. In one room was the woman on her hands and knees again. And she was being fucked in the ass. I guess she preferred it that way?

In another room was a girl with three men. One guy was lying across the bed on his back and the girl was astride him with his cock in her pussy. As I watched one of the others went around the bed and offered her his tool to suck. She leaned forward and took it into her mouth eagerly. Then the third guy got behind her and placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass. He pulled them apart to expose her lovely anus. Then he moved forward so that his knob touched her asshole. He pushed, hard, and the girl let out a muffled groan as his cock was forced into her.

She now had all three pricks in her at the same time. I had heard of this, and seen photographs, but I found it exciting to see it for real. The girl lifted her head, straightening her neck so that the man she was sucking could push is knob deep into her throat. I saw him push further and his balls touched her bottom lip. Now all three guys started to move. They were all fucking her, even the guy with his tool stuck down her throat. Janice had often done ‘deep throat’ for me but I had never thought to try and work it in and out. I resolved to give her a throat fucking as soon as I could!

I could see that the four of them had done this before, the girl sucked hard on the cock in her mouth and wriggled and squirmed to bring the other two men on so that all of them came at approximately the same time. I saw the guy in her mouth jerking and the girl swallowed hard and fast to avoid being choked as his sperm jetted down her throat. She squirmed in ecstasy and looked as though she was in heaven. When they all pulled out she stood up with sperm dripping from the corners of her mouth. I don’t think I have ever seen a girl look so sexy!

I left them to it. The next door was ajar, but only a tiny bit and I couldn’t see round it. I was about to move on when I noticed that I could see the mirror on the dressing table. And in the mirror was the reflection of a young girl’s ass. I would have known those pretty cheeks anywhere. It was Janice of course. Matt was standing with his back to the bed and she was bent over and sucking on his cock. Her ass was a nice shade of pink so I knew that it had been her getting a smacking. But I still didn’t know who had done it for her.

 

Chapter four.

 

I was about to go back downstairs for another drink when I saw Matt reach behind him to where his jeans were on the bed. He pulled the leather belt from the loops and took hold of it by the buckle end, and then he held it up so that it hung down close to Janice’s buttocks. He lowered and raised it a few times, letting the leather stroke across the flesh of her right cheek. Then he moved it across and did the same to the left side of her ass. Janice wriggled happily, she evidently found the feel of the leather stimulating and she pushed her head down further to get Matt’s knob into her throat.

Next Matt turned the belt edge on and lowered it down the crease between her cheeks. She obviously found this even more exciting and she lifted her ass and moved her legs slightly. She now had her pussy exposed and squirmed with pleasure as she felt the belt stroking between her lips and across the tip of her excited clit. Matt pulled the belt away and flipped it over his shoulder. Janice was unhappy, she wanted it back and she wiggled her ass to show Matt that she wanted to feel it again.

He let her feel it. He brought it over his shoulder suddenly and sharply, and it whacked down quite hard on her right cheek! Janice squealed as she felt it sting her bare flesh. She pulled off his prick and her ass dropped. Then, seconds later she took his cock in her mouth again and sucked it all the way in until his balls were against her lower lip. Slowly she raised her ass back to where it was and wriggled it again. The invitation was clear and Matt responded by whacking the belt across her left cheek for her. This time Janice stayed in position and kept sucking on his cock, and she was rewarded with six more lashes, another three on each of her pretty buttocks.

Then he asked her to spread her legs wide open. Janice did so and I wondered if she realised what he wanted to do to her. I think she did because she raised her ass even higher now, fully exposing her lovely cunt for him and when he brought the belt down again his aim was good. The leather strap snaked down between the cheeks of her ass curled between her thighs and smacked right onto the lips of her pussy! She cried out with the sudden pain and pulled off his cock. Then she pushed him to one side, bent over the bed with her ass stuck up behind her and said, “Come on you bastard, fuck me – fuck me real hard!”

I now knew, as Matt did, what we had both probably been beginning to suspect. Janice was a masochist. And the erotic pain she desired was stimulating her for better enjoyment of sex! I presumed that her pussy lips were still feeling the sting of the leather and as Matt forced his knob between them and pushed it deep inside her she yelped with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I needed a drink!

It was just before eleven o’clock. Janice would have several more cocks plunged into her between now and the time we went home. Would the sting wear off quickly? Or would more fucking make her sore by the end of the party? Time would tell. When we got home and went to bed I took her in my arms and told her what I had seen. She sensed that watching her being lashed with the belt had made me very excited and she asked if I would like to beat her. I gently told her I would prefer to watch while someone else did it.

At that moment I realised another fact that had not occurred to me before. I had found out that Janice was a masochist, but I had discovered something else as well. I had become a voyeur! I wanted to watch while other men whacked her pretty ass and fucked her! She gave me a kiss and said, “Would you like to see me having a whip used on me?” I couldn’t believe what I had heard and asked her to repeat it. “I said would you like to watch me having my ass whipped?”

I asked her to explain and she said that, as I knew, the next party was going to be at Matt and Anna’s house. Matt had told her that he would like to take her down to the basement late in the evening when everyone else was screwing upstairs. He said that he had a short, plaited leather whip that he would like to try out on her. I asked her if she had already agreed to let him use it on her and she said, ”Yes, I want to find out what it will feel like.” I told her I already knew what it would feel like – painful! She said yes, she knew that of course, but that she thought that it would be a very exciting, sexy pain, and she imagined that being fucked straight away afterwards would be simply marvellous!

I said that in that case, yes, I would love to watch Matt using his whip on her ass. I asked her how many lashes she thought she would to be able to withstand. She said she didn’t know, but that was all right because she trusted Matt to excite and stimulate her and she was sure that he wouldn’t hurt her too much because he would want to screw her afterwards!

 

Chapter five.

 

The weekend seemed a long time coming but at last it was Saturday evening and we set off for Matt’s house. The party progressed as usual and I spent as much time as possible in the big living room to make sure that I didn’t miss the real action. Just after midnight I saw Matt go through the door under the stairs that led to the basement. About one minute later Janice came down the stairs. She looked wonderful in her garter belt, stockings and high heels, and her breasts were bouncing very attractively. She came across to me, took me by the hand and led me across to the door under the stairs.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs I saw that the basement was partitioned off into three rooms. Janice took me through the first two and into the last one to where Matt was waiting. He asked me to go back and close the doors between the rooms to make sure that we didn’t disturb anyone upstairs. When I got back he was holding the whip and Janice was running her hands along its length to feel what it was like. It was a short, plaited leather dog-whip, and it looked as though it might have been used before. I wondered if he used it on Anna sometimes but I didn’t say anything.

The room was empty and Matt suggested that maybe Janice would like to bend over and put her arms around my waist. I could then hold onto her shoulders to keep her in position for him. He also suggested that I put my cock in her mouth so that it would act as a sort of gag in case she should cry out! Janice was already excited and did as he asked, sucking greedily on my prick and sticking her ass up behind her. Nicely positioned to receive the attentions of Matt’s whip

I needn’t have worried too much. He was very gentle with her – at first. He laid two lashes across her ass just to let her feel the leather caressing her skin. Then he let her have two more a little bit harder. I felt her body jerk and she let out a muffled yelp. Two more lashes landed, both slightly harder than the previous ones. I began to see that Matt was no fool. He knew that her masochistic desires were taking over from her common sense. If Janice were whipped slowly and gently at first, she would be left wanting more each time. And each time he used the whip he used it with just a little more force so that she was slowly getting used to the sexy pain. Her body jerked again as the fifth and sixth lashes cracked across the cheeks of her ass. Her yelps were getting louder and I could see pink stripes starting to appear on her flesh. It was getting more exciting for her. Matt saw her lift her ass and wriggle it invitingly. His method was working, he had her thinking that each lash was slightly less painful than she had expected, therefore she was keen to feel the next one to see if the sting of it would be more exciting than the one before! He took his time and continued to whip her slowly. My stiff cock throbbed and I used one hand to push her head down on my cock while she received another two lashes.

Her lovely body jerked violently with each stroke and her gorgeous big tits were bouncing most attractively. I longed to get behind her and slide my cock into her but the whip was till being used. “Two more I think to finish her off.” Said Matt.  And as I saw the whip slash across her twitching ass I knew that she would have cried out if I hadn’t forced her head down further so that my knob filled her gullet.

Matt gave her a few moments to calm down and then he said to let her go. Janice gasped for breath and blurted out, “Come on lover, get behind me and fuck me while I’m still on heat!” I didn’t need telling twice and taking hold of her hips I rammed my prick into her real hard. Now she did cry out, but softly and with sexual delight. Within moments she was climaxing and went on to have four more orgasms before I came inside her. I had never known her have multiple orgasms before so I knew that she must have been very highly stimulated by the whipping.

When I pulled out she asked matt to take over and when he had finished screwing her she and gave him a big kiss. I stroked the red stripes on the cheeks of her ass and she winced and squirmed. I didn’t really want any of the others to see her like this so I went upstairs and found her blouse and skirt. She put on the blouse and pulled on her skirt whimpering slightly as it rubbed against her sore ass.

Fortunately most of the other folk were up in the bedrooms and those that were in the living room were far to busy with their partners to notice that Janice and I were leaving. At home and in bed I fondled her breasts and gently stroked her ass. It felt hot. I asked her how bad it had been and she said not bad at all. She said the feeling of the whip across the cheeks of her ass had been so exciting that she hadn’t really noticed any pain at the time. It was only afterwards that she could feel the sting of it and then she was enjoying being fucked so that didn’t really matter either!

I told her that as I had held her in position for Matt to whip her I had felt her body jerking every time the lash hit her ass, and so it had been very exciting for me too. She was glad; she said she had wanted to please me. Then I asked the big question, “Would you let him do it again?” “Oh yes,” she said, “I think he gave me ten strokes, perhaps next time I could take more, twenty maybe?”  I had to admit that I would like to be there to see that.

 

Chapter six.

 

On Tuesday evening Matt rang to ask if he could come over and talk to us. He said there were things we should discuss. I had no idea what he meant but told him to come on over anyway. We sat down with drinks and he asked Janice if she had recovered satisfactorily. She told him yes, her ass was much better and nearly ready for the next session! He said that was why he had asked to come over and see us. Janice had given us a lot of pleasure in the basement and he thought that with proper training her lovely body could be used to give pleasure to a lot more people. We didn’t understand so he explained further.

He had once met a guy who was a real expert with a whip, and this guy worked part time in a club that was run for two reasons. One was to satisfy the needs of masochistic women. The other was to provide entertainment for voyeurs. These two things were achieved by sexually tormenting the women on a small stage at one end of a soundproof cellar, in front of an audience made up of mostly male members.

We began to see what he was getting at. I could see Janice trembling in anticipation at the thought of having a group of men watching her naked body being whipped.  And I was very aroused by the idea as well. Matt suggested the he should get in touch with the guy to find out if we could join the club, and Janice and I agreed.

Two days later Matt called again to say that the guy, Earl, was willing to see us and talk about proposing us for membership, and that he would like us to go over to his place on Friday evening. We picked Matt up on the way out of town and he gave us directions for how to find the place. Anna didn’t come. It seemed that she was happy with her sex life. She liked lots of sex and she didn’t mind Matt using his whip on Janice but she had no desire to feel it herself.

The place we were headed for was apparently an old run down farmhouse and we found it at the end of a lane, miles from anywhere and with no other buildings in sight except for the two barns behind the house. When we got there I parked the car and Matt knocked on the front door. A well-built man of about thirty-five opened the door and invited us in. He was wearing a tee shirt and jeans and his appearance was impressive. His skin was nicely bronzed and he had powerful looking muscles in his arms.

He looked at Janice appreciatively and asked if she was the masochist? Matt told him, “Yes,” she was. Earl said, “She’s kinda young ain’t she?” I chipped in and told him that Janice was almost eighteen now, and very experienced.  He looked doubtful. “Well,” he said, “how about we take her out to the barn and find out just how experienced she really is?” I thought that Janice didn’t really know whether he meant for fucking, or for whipping, but brazen as ever she said, “Sure, come on, you can try me out!”

Earl led us out to the barn and said to Janice, “Get your blouse and skirt off girl, and let’s have a good look at you.” Janice did as she was told and stood in front of him in her underwear, not that there was much of it, just the usual garter belt, stockings and high heels. I could see that Earl was impressed with her shapely figure. “Ever been whipped before girl,” he said. Janice said that yes, she had. “Ok, let’s see how many strokes of a bullwhip you can take!”

Janice shivered slightly and he asked her if she was sure that she wanted to go through with this. She said, “Yes please.” He could see her nipples standing out fully erect with sexual excitement and he knew that she meant it. I thought he was bullying her a bit and I felt proud that she was standing up to him. He produced a pair of wrist cuffs. Thick, wide leather straps with sheepskin linings, and he fastened one to each of her wrists. Each one had a steel ring securely stitched into it and he took Janice over to the middle of the floor to where a rope was hanging. Taking the end of the rope he passed it through the rings on the wrist cuffs and tied it off securely.

Next he went over to the wall to where the other end of the rope was wrapped around a cleat. Undoing it he hauled on the rope and Janice’s hands were pulled up over her head, lifting her breasts and making them look even more gorgeous. He hauled a bit more and Janice was pulled up so that she was teetering on her toes. He secured the rope onto the cleat again and left her like that while he went across to a rack and selected a whip. When he came back he said, “This one’s old and soft, won’t cut you as bad as a fresh rawhide whip!” Janice shivered again. The guy wasn’t making it easy for her!

He spoke to Matt, “Take her garter belt off and roll her stockings down to her ankles and we’ll find out how good she is.” Matt did as he said and Janice knew now that it wasn’t only her ass that was going to get whipped this time. Earl drew the whip back and cracked it a couple of times for effect. If he was trying to frighten Janice it didn’t work. She smiled at him and waited for the first lash.

The long whip snaked out and curled around her legs just above her knees. Janice said, “Ouch.” Despite his hard exterior it seemed Earl was just a pussycat where a young girl was concerned. The second lash was a little harder and she yelped. It caught her halfway up her thighs and she lifted her right leg for a moment as she felt the sting of it. The third stroke was at the top of her thighs, just below the curve of her pretty cheeks and she yelped a bit louder as she felt it bite into her flesh.

She then got three lashes across her ass, each one slightly harder and higher up than the one before, the last one cutting across the tops of her cheeks. Earl smiled as he heard that her yelps had become cries of real pain. He lashed out again and the whip curled around her waist. This time he pulled it back before it slackened and dropped away, and Janice was whirled around on the rope. She stumbled and balanced herself on her toes again just in time to receive another stroke. It was a little higher up her body again and wrapped around her just under the lower curves of her superb breasts.

Now we were treated to a demonstration of how good Earl was, and I could see that he was a real expert. The ninth lash landed full across her back with the last two feet of the whip curling around to the front to wrap itself lovingly over the bottom half of her tits, just below her nipples, and he contrived to make the knotted end of the whip smack quite hard onto the side of the right one! Janice howled as she felt the vicious pain. And then she howled again as he swung the whip backhand so that this time the knot slammed into her left tit!

Her body was shaking and shuddering now, but there was no sign that she was going to beg him to stop. I looked at Matt and he shrugged his shoulders. I guess he thought the same as me. Let’s do as Earl had suggested, let’s find out how good she is! She now got another five lashes across her squirming ass and each one produced a shriek from her. I asked Earl if he thought she should be gagged but he said that it was unlikely anyone would hear. And if they did they would think it was one of the horses in the other barn. 

He turned his attention back to Janice’s gorgeous breasts. Two more lashes across her back that curled right around to the front again. This time he made the leather cut across the tops of her tits, just above her nipples and she shrieked twice more when the knot slapped first into her right breast again, and then the left one. This was fantastic. I had never expected to see Janice getting her tits whipped but I was finding it breathtakingly exciting! I had been counting, seventeen lashes so far. How many more could she take?

He swung the whip to make it curl behind her back one more time. His aim was perfect and the leather wrapped itself tightly around her body so that it wound around the centre of her tits twice. Right across her nipples! Janice screamed as she felt the stinging pain and then Earl dragged the whip back to make her spin on the end of the rope again.

She was still sobbing as he walked across to the cleat and slackened the rope so that she could relax her arms. When he came back he stepped close to her and asked her if she wanted to cum? “Oh yes,” she gasped, “Please, PLEASE make me cum!” “Ok, spread your legs!” Earl commanded, and Janice did so eagerly, knowing that she was about to be made to feel the most exquisite and excruciating pain in her young cunt. Stinging pain that would bring her to an agonizing, almost unbearable climax – but a climax that she craved to bring her to the peak of her sexual fulfilment.

It took another six lashes to make her juices flow because Earl deliberately whipped her gently at first, teasing her so that she wanted to cum but was just unable to!  For the first four of the six he made the knot flick in between the lips of her pussy and she cried out, begging him to use it harder and make her cum.

At last he let her have what she needed – two hard strokes that smacked into her cunt with the knot slamming against her clit so that she screamed with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Now her whole body was shuddering and shaking and we could see the fluid seeping out of her slit and running down the inside of her thighs. Earl untied the rope and removed the wrist cuffs. Janice was very unsteady on her feet so Matt and I supported her on either side and together we got her back into the house. I remembered that Janice had said that she thought she would be able to withstand twenty lashes or more – she had received twenty-four. And five of them had been across her big bare breasts!

 

Chapter seven.

 

Earl was impressed. He gave her a large brandy and said that he had never whipped a girl as young as Janice before but he could see that she really loved to feel the sexy pain. He warned us though, that some of his colleagues at the club would treat her even more harshly. “They would like to hurt you bad, to make you scream to entertain the audience,” he said to Janice. “You think you could withstand having your tits and nipples whipped and caned real hard girl?” Janice said she wanted to be taught everything. “Well,” he said, “I think the club is certainly the right place for you.” Then he spoke to Matt, he said he would put the three of us up for membership and that because of his recommendation it would probably be approved next week. He said he would call and let Matt know when we could bring her along.

Janice was in no fit state to go to any swap party that weekend. But she was recovered by Thursday and when Matt rang to say that we could take Janice to the club on Saturday night if she so wished she was delighted. He said the address of the place was secret and that for the first visit we would have to be at Earl’s farmhouse by eight o’clock on Saturday so that he could take us and introduce us. Janice was ready in good time. She knew that she would probably get a good going over so she didn’t wear her garter belt or stockings so that she could be quite naked for her first time on the stage.

The club was more sophisticated than I had imagined. There was a nice big lounge with a well-stocked bar where we signed in and had a drink, and then we were taken down to the cellar. Earl saw us to a table close to the stage and made sure we had fresh drinks. Then he made his way backstage. We pulled our chairs around to one side of the table so that we were all three facing the stage with Janice between Matt and myself.

I looked around and saw that there seemed to be almost as many women in the audience as men. Then I realised that these were the women, like Janice, the masochists who would be called upon to provide the entertainment. We were just in time. It seemed like the show was about to start. Two of Earl’s colleagues came on stage. They were dressed only in leather loincloths and had sandals on their feet. I saw Janice looking appreciatively at the guy’s bare buttocks as they positioned an old fashioned looking pillory in the middle of the stage and called for the first woman to entertain this evening’s audience.

There was a hush and a slight pause in the proceedings, and then a young woman of about twenty-four stood up and slowly took off her dress. She was quite naked underneath and wearing only her shoes she walked across the floor and stepped up onto the stage. The top of the pillory was opened up for her and she was invited to place her neck and her wrists in the holes provided for them. Then the top was closed and locked down so that she was held quite helpless. It was then that I noticed that the pillory had been made unusually low so that instead of standing the young woman was now held bent over with her back horizontal and her breasts hanging under her.

Both men left the stage and then one of them returned holding a long thin swishy cane. As the man approached her, the young woman arched her back and thrust her bare ass up higher in readiness for him. He smiled approvingly and raised the cane. There was a loud swish as it came down and the woman cried out as it struck her. She was given fifty strokes, each one slightly harder than the one before and she kept her ass held high for every one of them. She yelped each time the cane landed, and let out the occasional shriek, but I thought that she took her punishment really well. The last ten strokes produced beautiful screams from her and when her thrashing was over I saw that she had cum juice running down the insides of her thighs. She had achieved an orgasm just by being systematically caned across her bare ass, and I pointed this out to Janice who seemed to find it very gratifying. The guy with the cane saw it too and he gave the quivering girl one last cut, bringing the cane up sharply between her legs so that she screamed even more loudly than before as it struck right between the lips of her pussy! The audience liked this final touch and applauded enthusiastically. When she was released from the pillory the woman returned to her table where her husband and his friends congratulated her on her performance. I noticed that she chose to sit on a chair that hadn’t been used before, a nice cold one!

I put my hand under the table and felt for Janice’s knee. She was trembling slightly. I knew that she was excited and I slid my hand up to the top of her thigh to see if she was already wet and found that I had been beaten to it. Matt’s hand was already there and he had his fingers between the lips of her cunt, teasing her clit for her.

The pillory was taken off the stage and two ropes were lowered from the roof. Each one had a wrist cuff hanging from it. Another request was made and I saw Janice move in her chair. For a moment I though that she was going to offer herself, but then another naked young woman from the same table as before walked across to the stage. She stood under the ropes and held her hands out in front of her for the cuffs to be strapped onto her wrists. She had a good figure, and I guessed that she was going to get a thorough whipping.

When the cuffs were tightly in place the guy on stage gave a signal and I heard the hum of an electric motor as the ropes began to move upwards so that the woman was pulled up to hang with her feet about six inches off the floor. The guy who had performed the caning and attached this woman’s wrist cuffs now left the stage and two guys took his place. One of them was Earl, and each of them was holding a six-foot long bullwhip. Earl stood behind the woman and the other guy stood in front.

The session began and the helpless woman was methodically whipped, back and front, from just above her breasts to just below her knees. The audience really enjoyed themselves as the woman progressed from little yelps, through yells and shrieks and finally to beautiful screams. Screams of mixed sexual pain and pleasure as her tits and nipples received the attentions of the whips. And then screams of sexual satisfaction as she kicked her legs apart so that she could have her cunt whipped until she achieved a marvellously rewarding orgasm!

When she was let down and untied she was very unsteady on her feet and had to be helped off-stage and taken away to the ‘green room’ to recover. Next another piece of apparatus was brought onto the stage. It was basically an ordinary wooden chair but the back was curved so that anyone sitting in it would be looking up at the roof. One of the tormentors called for a woman to sit in it said they wanted someone who had nice big firm breasts. A young woman with a nice big pair got up and walked over to the stage. As she walked her huge breasts bounced attractively but could be seen to be very full and firm

She sat herself down with her back arched to follow the curve of the chair. What a lovely sight, her gorgeous breasts were thrusting upwards and outwards very attractively. The guy approached her with four straps in his hand. First he strapped her ankles to the front legs of the chair, and then he pulled her arms over the back and strapped them to a pair of steel rings. The rings were low down on the back of the chair and the woman’s arms were stretched so that her back became arched even more and her tits thrust up higher.

It was very obvious which part of her lovely body was about to receive treatment. Another guy came on stage carrying two eighteen-inch lengths of thick rubber hosepipe. He gave one to the man who had strapped her into position and kept the other for himself. Then the two guys stood one on each side of her and prepared to work on her magnificent breasts.

The one on her left started first, bringing the hosepipe down on the top of her left breast with enough force to make her yelp. The other guy used his on her right tit and produced the same result. Then they proceeded to beat her breasts alternately, slowly increasing the weight of the blows as they did so. The woman accepted the treatment without flinching. By the time they had given her ten strokes she was still only whimpering. I found that watching her having her tits beaten was in a way more interesting than seeing the whip slashing across them. With the beating her big breasts were bouncing under the blows and the effect was quite spectacular.

After twenty strokes she started to yelp prettily and we could see her breasts starting to show signs of bruising. The two guys changed tactics now and began to swing the hoses up underneath her breasts. This method was great; it made them bounce even higher! After thirty strokes she was still only yelping though and they decided to try something else. For this they stood closer to her and one guy brought his length of hose up so that it struck the undersides of both tits at the same time, and a fraction of a second later, while her breasts were both on the upward bounce, the other guy whacked his down on the top so that her breasts were caught in a rubber truncheon sandwich! This produced the desired effect, the young woman shrieked as the agonizing pain was inflicted on her.

The two guys repeated the process and the woman shrieked again. They hit her tits harder and after ten of these double strokes they had her screaming nicely. They gave her another ten for good measure. The audience were well satisfied and applauded while the straps were undone. When the woman stood up everyone could see that her breasts were now quite swollen, and black and blue with the bruising. She went back to her table and I saw that her torment wasn’t quite finished. The men sitting on either side of her couldn’t resist stroking and squeezing her beaten tits and we could hear her whimpering from the additional pain.

 

Chapter eight.

 

For the next session the chair was taken away and one of the men announced that they had a new piece of apparatus to try out this evening and that he would like another well built woman with big firm breasts to try it out He went backstage and returned with another guy, and between them they wheeled a gynaecologist’s table onto the stage. Meanwhile a woman who looked to be in her thirties had come onto the stage. She had larger breasts than the woman who had just been beaten, but they were not quite as firm. She was persuaded to get onto the table and lie back and the headrest was adjusted so that she would be able to see what was being done to her. Next she put her feet in the stirrups and her ankles were strapped in place. Then her arms were pulled back so that her wrists could be strapped together behind the headrest.

She was now quite helpless with her legs held wide open. Her pussy was nicely exposed and her big breasts were wobbling on her rib cage like big mounds of jelly. Earl now came onto the stage holding three small leather cat-o-nine tails. He gave two of them to the other men so that they had one each. Next two of the men stood one on each side of the woman while Earl stood at her feet.

Then the fun started. Earl gave a signal and they began to use the vicious little whips on the helpless woman. The two at her sides whipped her upturned breasts while Earl lashed her exposed cunt. She withstood the onslaught very well at first. Amazingly for the first minute the only sounds were the swish and crack of the strips of leather hitting her naked flesh. Then she began to whimper. Shortly afterwards the whimpers turned to yelps, and then to shrieks and finally screams of agony. The flogging continued unabated at the rate of about twenty strokes a minute for each man, and she was thrashed unmercifully for fully five minutes! I worked out that she had endured an incredible three hundred lashes. I saw that Janice was shivering at the thought of what the woman had suffered.

They unfastened the straps and lifted her from the table. We could see that her breasts were covered in angry red weals, and that her cunt was soaking wet and that it had had most of the pubic hair ripped from it. We guessed that she had probably enjoyed multiple orgasms from such a brutal thrashing. She was unable to stand on her own and was helped away to the ‘green room’. The table was removed from the stage and two guys replaced it with another pillory.

This one was rather different. It was slightly taller and only had two holes in it. Also it was supported by two legs instead of a single one so that it was shaped like an upside down Y with the cross bar at the top having the two holes in it. They turned it sideways so that when a subject was placed into it the audience would be able to see her back as well as her front. A woman was called for and this time there was no immediate response. Janice got up and took off her blouse and skirt. I knew that she had been thoroughly excited by what she had seen so far and now she wanted to have her own body worked on. I just hoped that what the wanted to do to her wouldn’t be as vicious as the last woman’s treatment!

As Janice stepped onto the stage the guys opened the top of the pillory and invited her to stand very close to it and rest her breasts in the holes. She did as she was asked but the holes were a bit smaller than her tits and when the top came down it would have pinched her flesh so one of the men gripped her boobs and pulled them through. Janice winced as his fingers dug into her flesh. Then the top was locked down. She was now trapped in the device with the roots of her breasts compressed by the smallness of the holes and her tit-flesh swelling out nicely in front of it. Her excited nipples were standing out like hat pegs.

There was a hush as the audience saw that this was a new girl, a youngster, and that her breasts were bulging and in perfect condition for treatment. They looked forward to hearing her screams when the pain was inflicted on her lovely ripe tits, as it most certainly soon would be!

Next she was made to spread her legs apart and her ankles were strapped to the legs of the upside down Y. She was now in a nice, vulnerable position with her tits, ass and cunt available for punishment. Earl came on stage carrying three of the long swishy canes and I saw Janice’s lovely body quivering with apprehension as she wondered what she had let herself in for. Two of the canes were given to the other two guys and then Earl got behind her, and slightly to one side, and proceeded to cane her pretty ass quite gently, just tapping her cheeks with the cane to tease her. Meanwhile the other two guys started to use their canes on her protruding breasts.

They worked in the same way as Earl, tapping the canes on the tops of her inflated tits quite rapidly. She had never experienced anything like this before and found the rhythmic beating very exhilarating. She kept her head back out of the way to give them room to hit her harder, as she knew full well they would do eventually. Earl was flicking the cane all over the cheeks of Janice’s ass, and then he moved lower down and she started to yelp as she felt it across the backs of her thighs.

When they heard her yelping the two men in front of her responded like it was some sort of signal. From the tops of her tits they moved down, tapping slightly harder all the time. Janice yelped louder and her eyes opened wide as she saw the canes getting closer and closer to her nipples. Suddenly the guy on her left brought his cane down smartly across the erect nub of her teat and she screamed loudly. Straight away the other guy hit he right nipple and she screamed again.

Earl heard the screams and started to cane Janice’s ass harder. She soon found that the cane could be more vicious than a whip. He gave her twenty strokes and she yelled loudly as he cheeks were covered in pretty red weals. Then she screamed again as she got another ten on the backs of her thighs. Now the guys in front had returned to the tapping mode, but this time they were flicking the canes upwards, working on the underside of her tits.

The audience loved this. It wasn’t often that they had the chance to see a teenager having her lovely body used so exquisitely. I too, was very appreciative of their methods. It was wonderful to see the way in which Janice’s treatment was progressing. To see her squirming happily as the canes were used gently. And then to hear her beautiful screams as they made her feel the gorgeous pain in her nipples. Now Earl flicked his up and down between her thighs, tapping it between her cunt lips and trying to catch the tip of her clit. She was yelping again, but every now and then he managed to hit the tip of her clit and she let out a loud shriek.

Actually I could see that she was finding this wonderfully exciting and she tried to force her thighs further apart for him. She knew that tapping her clit like this would eventually cause her to have a marvellous orgasm and she begged him to aim well and see how many times he could bring her off!

Janice couldn’t see what was going on underneath her breasts, but she could feel the tapping canes starting to hit harder, and hurt more again. She could also feel that they were moving up slowly. She could feel them working from the very base of her tits out around the lower curves and, eventually up the front, nearer and nearer to her nipples again! As they hit her on her aureoles, right under her nipples, she took a deep breath - and then screamed like crazy as both guys whacked her nipples at the same time!

She found the stinging pain to be almost unbearably agonizing, and at the same time sexually stimulating. As the pain subsided she smiled at the two guys to show her appreciation. They smiled back at her, and slashed the canes down on the tops of both her nipples. She screamed even louder than before and as her scream died away they resumed the tapping. But not on her tit-flesh, this time they tapped the canes on her sore nipples!

With her teats and clit all being aroused exquisitely painfully Janice now found herself somewhere between heaven and hell. She desperately wanted to be brought to a satisfactory climax, but the cruel and merciless way she was being encouraged to achieve it was almost intolerable. She screamed with frustration, she felt as though her nipples were being sliced off the tips of her breasts, and the stinging pain in her clit was driving her crazy with sexual desire.

Then all at once her juices began to flow and all the pain was forgotten. “Oh yes,” she screamed, “cane me harder, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Her striped ass was quivering and squirming and Earl gave her three more good strokes up between her cunt lips. At the same time the guys in front slashed both her nipples once more to help her scream with satisfaction. The audience cheered and the canes were put aside while everyone watched her body heaving with sexual contentment. I was astounded. I had never thought that I would hear Janice begging to have her nipples caned at all, let alone harder! I began to realise what being a masochist meant for a girl like her.

When they un-strapped her ankles and released her aching breasts from the apparatus she stood trembling and shaking for a minute before she was led away to the ’green room’. Remarkably she was only gone for about ten minutes. Halfway through the next session, which was an older woman tied down over a barrel and having her ass thrashed with two heavy leather straps, Janice returned and asked me to get my jeans off. Then she sat on me and sighed with pleasure as my stiff cock slid up inside her eager cunt. When she, and the woman over the barrel, both achieved their climaxes Janice said she thought she would like to go home now. She was in no fit state to take any more punishment on her own body, and she was no longer very interested in what was happening to the other women.

 

Chapter nine.

 

It was very obvious that Janice was pleased with her visit to the club, even though her breasts and backside took nearly ten days to get back to normal. This meant that we missed the next weekend at the club but Janice was keen to attend again the following Saturday. Swap parties were forgotten now but Matt had to go with his wife so I took Janice on my own. Earl was pleased to see us again. We had a drink with him and he introduced us to another couple who where new members. When we went down to the cellar we sat with them.

From then on we spent many weekends at the club. Remarkably we were members for more than forty years and usually attended at least twice a month except for sometimes when Janice was recovering from a particularly painful ordeal. I witnessed masochistic women of all ages undergoing some amazing treatments. But I never tired of watching Janice having her lovely body worked on, and I came in my pants every time I saw her having her tits and nipples caned.

Some evenings were better than others and there were some very notable ones as far as Janice was concerned. It is a shame that cameras were not allowed in the club because I would love to have some photographs to remind me of how gorgeous she looks when she is strapped or tied into position for a performance. One super session was when she was in her mid twenties and much more experienced. That night she was tied spread-eagled while four guys whipped her from her shoulders to her knees - all over, including up between her quivering thighs. I will never forget the sight of her helpless body shivering and shaking with painful pleasure as they brought her to sexual satisfaction. It took nine days for her to fully recover from that one.

Another whipping session that I found interesting was when Janice was persuaded to go on stage and stand astride a giant dildo. The dildo itself was not much out of the ordinary and it was well lubricated, but it was mounted on a pole that was three-foot six inches long. The pole was made of plastic and was flexible. Each side of the pole, at the base, was a small set of wooden steps. Each step was about eight inches square; plenty of room for Janice’s shoe, and the top step was six inches above the stage. There were two other steps so they went down two inches at a time.

Janice had the wrist cuffs put on her, and then a rope was let down. The rope was tied to the wrist cuffs and Janice was hauled up high. Then she was lowered with two guys holding her ankles and guiding her down until she was standing astride the pole with her feet on the top steps, her arms above her head, and six inches of dildo up inside her cunt! The two guys picked up a pair of six-foot long bullwhips and the session started for real.

She was not tied tightly, like when she was spread-eagled for instance, so she was able to move while they whipped her and I could see that the audience really enjoyed watching her squirming on the dildo as she was whipped back and front. While the two guys continued to lash her naked body two of their colleagues attended to the steps. She was taking the whipping well but after five minutes she started to yelp and they moved the steps so that Janice was forced to move her feet onto the next step down. This meant that she slid down on the dildo and another two inches was pushed up her!

The squirming and the whipping continued, as did the moving of the steps. The guys whipped her harder and she started to shriek. The steps were moved and Janice had to step down again. Another two inches of dildo slid up inside her. I could see that she was enjoying herself. She was being provided with a mixture of pain and pleasure and she now had ten inches of dildo inside her and the whips were helping her to squirm and wriggle on it. The men whipped her harder still and she began to scream for us. Her arms were stretched tighter now and someone lowered the rope just as the steps were moved again. They were taken away so that she now had her feet on the stage and was impaled on twelve inches of dildo. The whips were stinging her flesh and she screamed louder. Stripes were beginning to appear all over her body. They were on the tops of her tits and under her tits, across her nipples and on her back and her belly, across her wiggling ass, and all around her hips and her thighs.

I could see that she wanted more of the dildo and she bent her knees and started to work herself up and down on it. The guys saw that she was bout to cum and they used even more force. One of them lashed her wriggling ass while the other slashed his whip across her bouncing breasts and Janice screamed and screamed until she climaxed.

 

Chapter ten.

 

After the first year, when we became established members, Earl told us about the special sessions that he presided over on Friday nights. The club was open on those occasions for experienced women only and was the time when absolute torture was used! Janice was thrilled to hear this and asked if we could attend a session. Earl made the necessary arrangements and we went the very next Friday. Earl was pleased for us to be there and I could see that he was very keen to torture Janice’s lovely breasts for her!

There were only three couples at that torture session. Janice and I, a man with a wife who was about thirty, and another guy with a girl of about twenty-two, and we were all invited to sit on the stage so that we could be close to the action. The women were all three quite naked except for their shoes, and I saw the other two women had gorgeous breasts and shapely figures like Janice’s. I was looking forward to a very exciting evening.

The first woman to offer her body for torture was the twenty-two year old. She sat on a rather strange chair that had the seat cut away so that only her thighs and the very back of her ass were supported, and her cunt left fully exposed. Two guys attended to her and straps were placed around her thighs and her ankles to hold her legs wide apart, her arms were pulled back at the sides and strapped into position as well. Earl came on the stage holding a very large dildo.

The dildo was about ten inches long and almost three inches thick with a big, nicely shaped knob that must have been turned on a lathe because it was almost entirely made of stainless steel. I say almost, because I could see that after it had been turned it had been cut in half lengthwise and then fitted back together with a quarter inch thick piece of some sort of insulating material inserted between the two halves. It must have been hollow too, because the shaft was studded all the way up with large rivets. It also had two long wires coming out of the end of it.

The knob was liberally lubricated with K-Y jelly and then he inserted it into the woman’s pussy. It stretched her wide open and she whimpered. Earl pushed it up further and she yelped as she felt the rivets against the side of her love tunnel. He continued to work it up her slowly, twisting it back and forth as it went up her so that he could torment her all the time. At last it was all the way in and one of the other guys brought out a little black box. There was a long lead trailing from the back of it and it was obviously plugged in somewhere off-stage.

The front of the box had four terminals on it, a switch for on and off, a knob with a scale that read from 1 to 10, and a push button. Earl attached the wires from the end of the dildo to two of the terminals and the torture began. While we all watched he switched on the current, set the knob at 1 and pushed the button for a second. The woman’s body jerked, her thighs twitched attractively and she yelped. Earl smiled at her and turned the knob to position 2. He held the button down for a little longer this time.

The woman shrieked and shuddered. Her thighs strained against the straps and her breasts bounced up and down. Earl smiled again and twisted the knob to 3. He pressed the button and she cried out with her whole body jerking and shaking. I just loved the way her tits bounced and thought how much I would like to see this being done to Janice! Position 4 on the scale enlivened the woman even more and she screamed as the shock hit her. “Lovely,” murmured Earl, and turned the knob to 5.

He only hit the button very briefly this time but the woman reacted like she had been shot and her scream was louder than ever. When her body stopped jerking Earl turned to his colleague and nodded and the guy went off stage and returned with two steel crocodile clips with wires trailing from them. Earl took up one of the clips and held it close to the woman’s right nipple.

She shuddered expectantly, her breasts shaking. Earl pressed his finger and thumb together and the clip opened. Carefully he positioned it over her teat and slowly released it. The woman whimpered as the teeth bit into her sensitive flesh. He took up the second clip and held it open over her left nipple. He released this one much more quickly so that it snapped shut on her nipple and she yelped with the sudden pain.

Next Earl attached the ends of the wires to the other two terminals. He turned the knob to six and the woman gasped. “Please,” she begged, “I’ve only ever had five at the most before.” “Then this is your lucky day!” said Earl, and he thumbed the button. The effect on the woman was absolutely fantastic. Her ass jerked upwards off the tiny seat, so that the straps dug into her thighs. At the same time her tits bounced and shook violently, and her face was contorted with pain.

With a sadistic smile on his face earl twisted the knob to 7. The women begged again but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Earl pressed the button and his victim went wild. Her scream rang through the cellar and her whole body jumped, twisted, jerked and shook. Her breasts bounced, recoiled, and bounced again and again, and I saw cum oozing out of her pussy. She gasped for breath as she slowly stopped jerking.

Her breasts were shaking so much that Earl had difficulty removing the clips from her nipples and she screamed again as the blood flowed back into the pretty extremities. The big dildo was then slowly withdraw from her cunt and we now saw that it was covered in her cum. The straps were undone but she stayed where she was for about five minutes before she managed to move back to her original chair, next to her partner who was obviously pleased with her performance.

I thought about Earl. When he had first whipped Janice he had been really gentle while he tested her to find out how much she could withstand. But here, this evening he had shown that he could be cruelly sadistic when he wanted to. While the young woman was still on the chair he told us that they now had another, up-rated model to try out sometime. It had more terminals, more power, a butt plug, and clips for the woman’s labia!

Earl then asked if there was a woman present who would like to undergo a ‘clit stretching’. There was, and she must have had this done before because she knew what to do. Standing up in the centre of the stage the older woman had the cuffs strapped to her wrists, and then she was attached to the ropes and had her hands pulled above head. She spread her legs wide apart willingly, and I saw that her husband knew what to do as well. Kneeling at her feet he inserted two fingers into her open pussy and then he proceeded to play with her clit to get her on heat. She had a nice big clitoris, (and I soon found out why!) When it was sticking out, fully erect, her man went back to his seat.

Two of the guys produced small bulldog clips that had cords attached to them. They stood one on either side of her and clipped these to the woman’s labia. Then they pulled on the cords so that the lips of her pussy were stretched wide apart. They tied the ends of the cords together behind the tops of her thighs to keep her cunt open. A strong clip was now attached to the tip of her clitoris. A chain was hanging from the clip. Only a short chain, about two inches long. And on the end of the chain was a large hook.

A selection of heavy lead weights was piled between the woman’s feet. Earl selected the smallest, which was not very small! It had a loop on the end of it and he hung it on the hook hanging between the woman’s thighs. She groaned. The next weight was little larger and Earl changed it over with the first one. He worked through all the weights in this way and the woman was soon whimpering, and her clit was visibly longer than before.

When the heaviest one was in place she was trembling and shaking. Earl pushed the weight so that it swung back and forth and the woman shrieked with the diabolical pain in her clit. Starting with the lightest piece of lead Earl hung them all on the hook again, but this time he didn’t take any off! Her clit got longer and her shrieks grew louder. Then I saw that the other two guys were now holding long thin swishy canes. Earl stepped back and one of them stood behind her while the other stood in front. The guy in front caned the left side of her extended clitoris; the one behind used his cane on the right side. The woman just screamed! I didn’t count the strokes; she was caned until they brought to a shuddering climax! Then, at last, the weights and the clip were removed, and when she was released she walked back to her seat very carefully keeping her feet wide apart!

 

Chapter eleven.

 

Earl smiled at Janice and said, “Guess you’re next!”  She got up and smiled back brazenly, defying him to do his worst. She was strapped into a chair and fitted with a ‘tower of pain’. This is a device with a shaped pad that is placed between the woman’s breasts. The pad has a threaded rod fitted onto it, and across the end of the rod is a bar with two crocodile clips mounted on it. There is a T shaped handle on the end of the rod so that it can be turned, and the bar is adjusted so that the clips can be attached to the woman’s nipples.

Janice yelped loudly as he fastened the clips securely to her nipples and she felt the teeth bite into the sensitive nubs of flesh. Then she screamed when Earl pressed them tightly closed to make sure that they wouldn’t pull off.  As her screams subsided he began to turn the handle so that the rod was twisted to make the bar draw away from her chest. This action slowly stretched her nipples and the rest of us enjoyed listening to her whimpering. The twenty-two year old leaned towards me and whispered in my ear, ”I’ve had this done to me, it’ a fabulous feeling, your girl will love it!”

When Janice’s nipples were fully stretched the rod was turned some more and slowly her breasts were stretched out in front of her as well. She was sobbing now but Earl ignored her obvious distress and continued to twist until her tits were pulled out to the point where any further stretching might tear the clips off her nipples.

He then stepped back to make space for the two guys who were standing by holding canes. It wasn’t enough for him that her breasts should be just stretched; now he was going to let these guys cane the taut flesh for her! They caned the tops first, then the undersides, and finally the outer sides. Every cut of the canes produced a gorgeous scream from her tortured body. And when the device was un-clipped and removed from her chest they caned her nipples as well! Again she screamed beautifully for us!

When it was all over and Janice was released from the straps she stood and faced Earl. She was still gasping from the wicked pain in her nipples, and her breasts were heaving. We could see the marks on her nipples where the teeth of the clips had gripped them. She was obviously very turned on by what had been done to her and she wanted to thank him. She said, “Earl Honey, that was an awful mean way to treat a girl - and I’d like you to do it to me again real soon! Would you like I should do something for you now? What do you think, you wanna be sucked or fucked!” He asked her for deep throat and she was happy to oblige. She knelt in front of him and pulled his loincloth to one side, and then with her head back she took his knob deep inside her. I looked at her lovely sore breasts gently swinging under her. Her nipples were a little longer than usual. Her bare ass was squirming and I saw the guy sitting next to the twenty-two year old girl looking at her lasciviously. “Go ahead Pal,” I told him, “She always wants it bad so fuck her good and hard!” He didn’t need telling twice. He dropped his jeans, and knelt between Janice’s legs. He put his hands on her rump and Janice instinctively spread her knees wider, parting her thighs so that whoever wanted her could thrust his cock into her eager pussy.

We went to the torture sessions as often as we could after that. Sometimes, like when the electric shock treatment was used on her we were able to go again the next evening and on these occasions I enjoyed watching her being caned, whipped or beaten. Other times, like after a session with the ‘tower of pain’ her tits would be too sore to undergo more caning so we had to give it a miss.

The ‘tower’ was used on her many times over the years and it was always combined with a tit caning. I enjoyed it more each time I watched. I always preferred to see her breasts and nipples caned rather than whipped. The guys could get a much better aim with the canes and consequently more pain was inflicted and her screams were louder. The same applied when they worked on her pussy lips and her clit. The cane produced much better screams! On the other hand, for the rest of her gorgeous body, especially her shapely ass, a nice heavy bullwhip was the favourite.

And that electric shock treatment was something else. The second time it was used on Janice was a big thrill for me. Earl got the knob turned as far as 8 and it was marvellous to see her helpless body jerking and jumping spasmodically as the power flowed into her cunt and nipples at the same time! Another time she allowed Earl to experiment on her. He wanted to try something that none of the other girls would agree to. I think Janice was about thirty-three at the time and she was strapped into the chair on a Friday evening with five other couples present. For this experiment the dildo wasn’t used. Instead Earl used two of the clips. One was fastened to her left nipple and the other was clipped onto the tip of her clit!

With the knob set at 1 Earl pressed the button to test the connections. Janice yelped and her body jerked satisfactorily. That was ok then. Next Earl turned the knob to 10. Janice trembled expectantly. I knew that she was thinking, ‘Oh my God, why ever did I agree to this!’ But she said nothing and waited for Earl to press the button. When he did I thought Janice was going to take off! She screamed like a banshee, her tits bounced all over the place, her hips twisted frantically and her thighs jerked.

Earl smiled happily at the result of his experiment. He took the clip from her left nipple and transferred it to the right one. His finger hovered over the button and he looked at Janice. She was still trembling and shaking from the massive shock and the pain in her clit. He waited to make sure that she was all right. I almost expected her to cry off but she said nothing. She had told him he could try it once on each tit and she stuck to her word. He pressed the button. Janice’s lovely body behaved similarly again and she let out another ear-splitting scream!

Earl said, “Well that was interesting. I’d like to try with three clips next. One on your clit and one on each nipple!” Janice looked horrified, “Not tonight please Earl,” she gasped, “maybe another time?” She did eventually agree about six weeks later though, and one Saturday night the full audience in the cellar were given a special treat. She had the three clips fastened on to her, one on her clit and one on each of her nipples, and was given a test with the knob at the first setting. Then it was turned to 10 and Earl pressed the button. The result was absolutely fantastic. Her pain-wracked body jerked so violently that she almost broke the straps and her scream echoed round the cellar.

The audience applauded wildly and called for more. Earl looked at Janice, a look that said, ‘Once more for your fans?’ She was still gasping from the jolting shock she had received. Her breasts were shaking and heaving uncontrollably and her thighs were twitching. I thought that she couldn’t possibly undergo that sort of torture again, not straight away. She looked back at Earl – and I saw her slowly nod her head in agreement! “Good girl,” he said, and when he pressed the button and the result was even more spectacular than the first time. It might have been because it was so soon after the first shock, but I think actually that Earl held the button down for longer to make her perform better for the audience! Her scream was much louder and the way her helpless body jerked, jumped and shook was wonderful to see. Her gorgeous tits bounced and shuddered so much that one of the clips was torn from her left nipple and she screamed again as she felt the additional pain. The audience loved it, and I guessed that there were a lot of men out there who wished they could push that button!

 

Chapter twelve.

 

A few other tortures were memorable. Like the night Janice had her breasts put through a device called a ‘tit mangle’. This consisted of two hard rubber rollers about two feet long and about two and a half inches in diameter. They were mounted in a frame and set only about a quarter of an inch apart. They were driven by two small but powerful electric motors and rotated quite slowly in opposite directions.

Two of the women there that evening had seen this device working before and one of them had had it used on her. Earl pressed the button to demonstrate it for Janice and as the motors started to turn he introduced a folded napkin between the rollers. Slowly the napkin was pulled through and came out the other side with a nicely pressed crease! Earl told Janice to stand with her back to him and hold her hands behind her and he strapped her wrists tightly together. Then he pressed the button down again and invited Janice to feed her nipples between the rollers!

She was very hesitant, but was encouraged by the woman who had already had it used on her. She saw that the woman’s breasts looked fine so she decided that it couldn’t do any lasting harm. She stepped close to the machine and pushed her nipples into the gap between the rollers. Then she yelped loudly as her nipples were gripped by the rollers and squashed flat. Slowly they were pulled through the machine and came out the other side. Then the fuller parts of her tits began to be squeezed between the rollers and she started to shriek. The rollers turned slowly and Janice’s breast-flesh was drawn through the device until it swelled out on the other side. When the rollers were up against her chest Earl let go the button.

It had taken several minutes but now Janice was trapped in the contrivance with her breasts bulging out on the far side in a slightly ovoid shape. She was quite helpless and moaning slightly from the pressure at the roots of her tits. Earl laughed at her predicament and tweaked both her nipples. “What do you think we should do now?” he said to her. “Would you like to have your tits and nipples caned?” Janice just groaned. She knew that she had put herself at his mercy and she waited to have her tits worked on. “I know,” he said, “Let’s try something unusual, something different!” Janice looked worried; I think she thought she would prefer the caning!

Earl now produced two riding crops, the sort with a steel core running through them. These I knew would be flexible, but not nearly as pliant as a thin cane. Janice’s tits were swollen, the skin was taut, her nipples were jutting - and she was going to scream for us! He gave one of the crops to his colleague and kept the other for himself. Up until now the machine with Janice’s breasts trapped in it had been sideways on to our chairs so that we could see her tits being drawn through it. Now it was moved round, and Janice was forced to shuffle round with it, whimpering with the ache in her swollen breasts, until she was facing us. Then Earl and the other guy stood one on each side of her and got ready to use the riding crops.

No tapping process this time, this was a torture session so the crops smacked down hard on the tops of both her breasts one after the other. Janice squealed loudly.  Her squeals soon turn to shrieks as her ensnared tits were beaten quite harshly across the tops for several minutes. Then they did the same for the undersides. After that they slashed the crops across her nipples alternately until she was screaming non-stop for more a minute. She must have been given about fifteen to twenty strokes across each nipple. No wonder she screamed so beautifully for us, the pain must have been excruciating.

The riding crops were put down. Janice’s lovely breasts were more swollen now, and covered in red stripes. They must have been aching quite badly and her nipples were very tender. Suddenly I realised that the real torture was yet to come. Janice had to have her breasts pass through the rollers again and that was what Earl and his colleague had been preparing her for! With one of his sadistic smiles Earl flicked a switch to put the machine into reverse and thumbed the button.

The rollers started to turn and Janice screamed as her throbbing tits were compressed. They turned very slowly as before. But this time they were prolonging the agony! As each of the red stripes went through Janice suffered more torture. Again it took several minutes for Janice’s tits to pass between the rollers, minutes that filled our ears with her glorious screams. As the roller reached the tips of her breasts Earl made an adjustment and the rollers moved closer together. There was only about an eighth of an inch between then now and as her sore nipples squeezed through Janice screamed even louder than before. A moment later she was free. Her breasts were red and swollen but otherwise seemed not to have suffered any lasting damage. The beating with the riding crops had been good, but my favourite method of punishment for her beautiful tits and nipples was still the cane!

I think some of Janice’s best whippings were when she was tied spread-eagled and had single tail bullwhips used on her. It was wonderful to watch her squirming as the leather curled lovingly and tightly across the cheeks of her pretty ass. And the sight of a whip curling around her upper half with the knotted end smacking into the side of one of her tits is almost, (but not quite,) as good as seeing a cane being expertly used across her nipples!

 

Chapter thirteen.

 

I think probably the best whipping I ever watched was when Janice was tied spread-eagled – upside down. Having the woman upside down presents her body in a way that is so much better for some parts of it. For instance the access to the undersides of her tits is much improved. Also having her upside down with her legs widespread allows the guy wielding the whip the opportunity to whip her cunt harder. He can use much more force bringing the whip down, rather than having to swing it upwards!

When I saw Janice whipped like this she had two guys attending to her and she they concentrated mostly on her ass, her tits and her cunt. Her tits were whipped across the front as well as on the undersides, and she squirmed especially nicely when the leather hit her nipples. But the best part was when they whipped her pussy. She screamed incredibly loudly and the audience were delighted.

One of the best canings I ever watched was when Janice was strapped to a special drum. Again it was the upside down factor that was all-important. She was strapped onto it tightly, with her back to the curving surface so that her body followed the curve and she was forced to thrust her breasts out in front of her. The drum was mounted on a framework so that it could be rotated and for Janice they turned it so that her breasts were nicely positioned to have the tops caned first. Two guys then took turns and she was caned until she was screaming sufficiently well to satisfy the audience.

Then the drum was turned so that Janice was upside down with her breasts thrusting out horizontally again. Then they caned the undersides. Having her upside down was perfect. Her tits were caned much more thoroughly than I had ever seen before and she screamed superbly. But that wasn’t the end of her ordeal. The drum was turned back so that she could have the tops of her nipples caned to produce more fabulous screams, and then it was rotated yet again and the undersides of her nipples were attended to. Again having her upside down made all the difference. The underneath of her nipples had never before received such careful attention and several more fabulously loud screams were coaxed from her!

 

Chapter fourteen.

 

The most outstanding and extraordinary session I ever witnessed in the cellar was when they celebrated Janice’s thirtieth birthday for her. A very strange device had been placed in the centre of the stage. Earl called it ‘the chair’ and he invited Janice to go on stage and sit on it. There was in fact no seat. It consisted of four upright posts held together by an X form made of steel. Imagine the X laid flat about ten inches off the floor, with a post at each extremity. The two back posts where about four feet tall and had a bar between them. The bar was adjustable for height. The two front posts were two feet apart and two feet high. The centre of the X was fitted with a large dildo about eighteen inches long. This was the ‘seat’!

As Janice mounted the stage the dildo was being liberally smeared with K-Y jelly for her. She looked at the length of the dildo and shivered. Earl said, ”Trust me!” Janice looked at the cruelty in his eyes and shivered again! She was asked to stand with her back to the dildo, and with her legs apart so that her feet were next to the front two uprights. Straps were produced and both her ankles were secured to the posts. Two more straps were used just below her knees.

Two guys then took hold of her by her arms and helped her into a sitting position so that just the tip of big knob entered between the lips of her cunt. Janice said, “For God’s sake don’t drop me!” While the two men held her, another guy adjusted the crossbar behind her shoulders and then her arms were strapped to it. She dropped a little bit when they let her go, and she gasped with fright, but it was only a couple of inches. Just enough for her to feel the big knob spreading the lips of her pussy wide open.

She was now held ‘sitting’ on the big dildo and because of the distance to the bar behind the two rear uprights her back was arched and her lovely breasts were thrusting outwards and upwards most attractively. The two guys were now holding thin canes and Janice held her head back to let them have full access to her jutting tits. She was, in a way, disappointed. It wasn’t her breasts they caned; instead they leaned over and used the canes on the insides of her widespread thighs.

They started just back of her knees and worked their way slowly towards where her pussy was stretched open around the top of the big dildo. She whimpered as the canes stung the soft skin and flinched as they got nearer and nearer to her cunt. Her breasts were shaking and she let out her first scream when the guy on he left caught the edge of her labia just where the dildo entered her pussy. This was followed by another lovely scream, as the other cane hit the right side.

There was a slight pause as Earl adjusted the crossbar behind Janice, lowering it by eight inches. She now had ten inches of dildo inside her and she squirmed happily and sighed with pleasure. The two guys now turned their attention to her heaving tits. They treated her in similar fashion to when she had been in the breast pillory. Lots of tapping to tease her, and then sharp cuts across her nipples to produce more delightful screams. Then more tapping on the undersides, and then she got two more sharp cuts, upward under her nipples. Then they tapped her breasts on the outsides and gave her another couple of cuts, this time on the sides of her nipples so that Janice was helped to provide her audience with the pleasure of hearing her scream twice more.

The canes were put down and the guys took up lengths of rubber hosepipe. Earl took advantage of the situation and dropped the crossbar another two inches. I felt a thrill run through me. I had seen Janice having her magnificent breasts beaten with the hoses several times now, and I always found it very exciting. They started gently, as always, to get her used to the feeling of the rubber smacking against the flesh that was still stinging slightly from the use of the canes.  Then, slowly they hit her harder and harder so that her tits started to bounce. They used alternate blows this time. First the guy on her left hit the top of her left breast, and then the guy on her right hit the right one on the underside. Next the guy on the left hit the underside of her left tit, and then her right breast was struck across the top. Down, up, – up, down, - down, up, - up down, in this way her breasts were made to bounce up and down independently, like big balls in some fantastic game of tennis!

And all the time the blows were getting harder. I could see the bruising starting to show. She now had quite a few black and blue patches where the hoses had hit her more than once in the same spot. She hung her head back and arched her back a little more for them. Her hips were squirming around the dildo and I saw her ass quivering and knew she was already experiencing multiple orgasms. Earl was behind Janice and again he adjusted the cross bar. He dropped it down another two inches. I saw that she now had fourteen inches of the big dildo up inside her.

She cried out to Earl and begged him to let her have more so he dropped the bar another two inches! She squirmed with pleasure. Then she began to scream again as the guys beat harder on her tits. The guys were beating them all over now, even smashing the hoses down across her nipples. Janice had her head hanging right back, I could see her eyes dilating and I realised that she was becoming delirious with her desire for sexual pain.

She was straining against the straps that held her now, twisting her body so that as the hose came down on her left she pushed her left tit up to meet it, making sure that she got the full force of the blow! She did the same with her right breast, and when Earl saw what was happening he loosened the straps around her arms for her. At first she dropped another couple of inches on the dildo and she scream even louder. But it didn’t really matter; what was much more important to her was that she was now able to lift herself up higher and thrust her breasts up alternately for the guys to beat her even harder!

The audience where entranced, they had never seen a girl offering her tits up for punishment like this before. Everyone went quiet, and between Janice’s screams I could hear the rhythmic thuds of the hoses slamming into her tit-flesh.  She had her eyes closed now and was working her body as if in a trance, pushing her breasts up one at a time and screaming as she received the delicious mixture of agonizing pain and sexual delight.

Just as I was wondering how much more she could withstand her body went limp and she dropped back onto the dildo. They had beaten her unconscious! This may not have been the first time it had happened in the club because they were fully prepared and a guy quickly came on stage with smelling salts. He held the bottle under Janice’s nose and in a moment or two she came round. They started to undo the straps around her legs but she cried out, “No, I want to cum again! Use the canes!” I realised that she was till delirious and just wanted to achieve sexual satisfaction.

The two guys looked a bit bemused but Earl said, ”Do as she wants, you have an audience to entertain!” The canes were picked up and I heard them swish wickedly through the air moments before they hit her nipples! Janice screamed, then she cried out, ”No, not on my tits! Cane my cunt and make me cum!” The canes were used between her thighs again and this time the guys didn’t tease her. They got straight down to it, slashing the canes onto her pussy lips while she wriggled on the dildo. It only took a few seconds to bring her to a screaming climax.

They waited until she had finished squirming, then they undid the straps and lifted her off the strange device. She was totally exhausted and had to be carried out to the green room.

The second most outstanding and extraordinary session came ten years later. Earl knew that she had reached her fortieth birthday and suggested that they celebrate by using ‘the chair’ again. Janice still had gorgeously firm breasts that were even bigger now, and she agreed so I, and the audience, many of whom had never seen the original session, got an almost unbelievable treat as she was caned unmercifully, and then beaten senseless for the second time in her life!

We continued to frequent the club for several years after that, and Janice was still having her body used to entertain audiences when she was over fifty, usually by having her lovely big breasts and nipples caned, beaten or tortured.