The Zoo, part 1
by Jake Baker (claims to have written)

The suited man knocked on the bare wood door in the center of a dark
smelly ally three times, then two more, than three more times. There
was a pause, then the lock on the door slid open with an audible
clack. Tentatively, the man opened the door and walked in.

The interior if the building belied its poor exterior. The carpet was
a dark purple, and the chairs were all real leather. There were
several plants and an Escher painting. Very tactful.

There was no one else there. He closed the door behind him -- three
thick deadbolts snapped automatically into place. He noticed the door
was thick and hard - not actually wood; probably an inch or two of
steel wrapped with cheap wood. Very strong. Very sound absorbent.
Since there was no on else there, he sat down on one of the chairs and
was surprised to find a copy of Playboy on the table next to it. He
looked at the pictures.

The wait was almost ten minutes, but then the inner door -- just as
firmly made and locked -- opened and a man stepped into the room,
closing the door behind him. This man was older, maybe in his mid-
fifties, thin but strong. His fingers were long and delicate, like a
violinist's. He did nothing to try to conceal his virtual baldness,
but his soft halo of white hair bespoke of lost elegance. He, like the
man who had entered, was wearing a grey, conservative business suit.

As the younger man stood up, the older greeted him, extending his
hand, "Hello, sir. My name is Samual. And you are..?"

"Uh... Mike. But you already know that..."

"Perhaps. Do you have the note!"

"Yes!" said the young man, fishing out a folded-up piece of stationary
in his jacket pocket. He handed it to Samual. Samual glanced at it,
and put it in his pocket.

"Mike, before we go inside, I must tell you this: if you elect to come
in with me, you can never come out again - mentally. You must be ready
to accept everything I show you. Are you?"

There was an eager look in Mike's eyes as he said, "yes!"

"Then come."

Samual opened the door and led Mike down a long, winding staircase. It
must have gone down at least three stories. "Here," explained Samual,
"is what we call the Zoo. Any man in our club can rent one of the
twenty rooms to be used in torturing or raping a woman. They either
pay to have their target kidnapped, or they don't, in which case,
after they're done with the cunt, we get her. Here we are, ground
level. You'll see what I mean. All these windows are one-way. Don't
worry. No-one can see you..."

...

1: Two girls forced to kneel on a platform. Their ankles are attached
to leather cuffs on the platform, as are their knees, thus keeping
them in the knelt position, legs stretched wide. Their arms are
stretched high above them, cuffed to the chains holding the platform
up. This forces their breasts up. They are completely naked, of
course.

The one girl is a tall Italian woman, with long curly hair reaching
down to her ass. She was mounds for breasts, large but with small dark
nipples. Her skin is darker than the other girl's, whose is very
white. This bitch has blond hair, as long as the others but straight.
Her breasts are smaller, but her nipples really stick out, begging for
attention.

"The Italian," explains Samual, "is Amy. The other is Irene. Both
worked as bank-tellers at a local bank before we took them. They have
been here for only one week. This is the second day they've been
hanging like that. Karl, who doesn't like his bank, decided to take
them... there he is now. My, what a whip! spiked leather. This is the
girls first beating. Let's turn the volume on and listen..."

"what what..." babbled Amy. "no, please, no, who are you? don't hurt
me..." babbled Irene. it was obvious both were terrified. Carl reached
down and pinched one of Irene's nipples. Then he reached up and
stroked the hair out of her face. "So soft..." he muttered. One at a
time, he lifted up both girls hair and knotted it into the chains. the
girls were still babbling, begging him not to hurt them.

Karl said," I would never hurt you, Irene..." then suddenly flailed
her back hard with the whip. As the thing broke her soft flesh,
leaving a stripe of blood, Irene howled in agony.

"I would never hurt you, Amy..." and he whipped her to. He whipped
them, each one in turn. The whip drew blood from the kidnapped cunts;
he applied it to their pert asses, adding stroke after stroke. He was
a musician. The bitches' howls blended together. Amy's was lower but
faster than Irene's. he mixed the two sounds together freely,
eliciting the music with new stroked of the whip. This continued for
several minutes until both girls backsides were raw and bloody, as
were their asses. Then Karl put down his whip and began molesting the
four tits in front of him, as his toys sobbed and wept...