## Archive-name: the_club3

From: an509491@anon.penet.fi

Subject: The Club (m/f, f/f, n/c) Part 3

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This story contains material and dialog of an adult sexual nature. If you are offeneded by sex, non-consentual sex, bondage, and torture;
DO NOT READ THIS STORY!!! Please continue reading only if you are 18 years or older and reading this does not break any law in your community, city, state, or country!

This story is written for the sole purpose of entertainment. It is not written for profit and cannot be transmitted, reproduced or otherwise traded for profit.

Originally, I had not intended on continuing the story beyond parts 1 and 2. Many people expressed interest in 'The Club' world, and asked that I write more. Part 3, as it turns out, is more of a set-up for parts 4, 5, and 6.

Part 3

I must have passed out from the orgasm. My eyes were still closed and I didn't want to open them. I heard a low humming noise and felt the pain in my anus subside as the probe was retracted. Then the pressure in my tightly stretched vagina also subsided as the device which had just raped me, slowly backed out. I could still feel the pinching sensation on my now sore clit from the electric wires which were still attached. Thoughts raced through my mind. How much longer until I was overtaken by the effect of the implant now inserted deep inside me. I had assumed the effect would be immediate. Tripp had said that the ORG-X implant would be activated when I came. And god, what an orgasm it had been! But I didn't feel any different. Suddenly I was startled by a woman's voice coming from an overhead PA system. "Mr. Tripp, please report to lounge number 8. Mr. Tripp, please report to lounge number 8 immediately!" "Dam", said Tripp. I opened my eyes to see him walking over to an intercom on the wall. He pressed a button. "Is this an emergency? I'm in the lab....OK, I'll be right there." He turned to face us and I quickly closed my eyes again. Maybe he would think I was still passed out. There was silence for a few moments, then I heard Monica.... "Ahhhohhhhh, yeessss, oooh god, jesus, yessss more, Ahhhhhheeeeeeeeee". I look across to see Tripp facing Monica. The plate and wires attached to her clit had been removed. He had his hand between her spread legs. "Please, more! Fuck me. Pleeeeaaase Fuck Me!". "I have to go for now my dear, but I'll be back soon" he said. "Maybe by then your friend will have awoken. Then the real fun will start!" Hearing that, I went back to faking my sleeping condition. I heard the whoosh of the door opening and closing. Tripp was gone.

I looked over at Monica. Her eyes looked glassy and she was gyrating her hips slightly, trying to find stimulation. "Monica, look at me!" She closed her eyes and moaned softly. "Monica", I called as loud as I could without yelling. Her gaze turned to me. "What do you feel? Are you OK?" "Oh Rachel.... please come over to me. I want you. I need you to touch me. Pleeeeease put your tongue up my cunt! Pleeease!" I couldn't believe I was hearing this from Monica. She was so sweet. So innocent. But one thing was for sure, I was not effected the same way Monica was. I could only guess that the implant was not functioning correctly. I had to escape. If I could act as if the drug was working, I might buy some time. Could I convince Tripp. The though of him raping me made me nauseous. Suddenly I was startled from my thoughts by Tripp's voice over the intercom. "Well girls, it appears that I'm going to be busy for a while. Just relax. I'll send someone in to show you to the dormitory soon. Please follow all orders. I know you will!" It looks like god had blessed me. I decided to question Monica again before anyone came for us. She seemed to have calmed down. "Monica, how do you feel?" "I feel fine Rachel", she said in a subdued voice. "What do you want to do?", I asked. "What do you want me to do?", she replied. "We have to escape!" "OK", she said softly. Then I said, "We have to stay here forever." "OK", she said again. She no longer had a will of her own!

A few minutes later, the door opened and an attractive red hared girl walked in. She was wearing nothing but white high-cut panties and a white cotton tank-top tee-shirt. The shirt was very tight and the outline of the nipple clamps were plainly visible though the material, not to mention, the size of her breasts. She walked over to Monica and using the remote, brought her arms and legs back to a standing position. Monica said nothing. Then she release the restraining latches one by one. After which, Monica just stood there. The girl came over to me. I tried to have a blank look on my face. First she removed the plate and wires which were pinching my clitoris. Thank god! Then she did the same as she had done for Monica. I was free! For a moment I though of running. But where would I go. Besides I didn't know the codes for any of the doors. The girl said, "Please follow me." I tried to watch as she punched in the code at the door panel. But all I got were the first two numbers. The chamber on the other side of the lab had a closet with some robes in it. The red head handed us each a rob and told us to put it on. We complied. The rob was so short it barely covered my ass. Then we followed her down a hallway to an elevator. The elevator also required a code. We went down 3 floors to a level marked 'DORM-1'. Other levels below were marked 'GROUND', 'S1', 'S2', and 'DOCK'. The dorm level consisted of a main lounge, with hallways leading off in 6 directions. The lounge was large but there were no windows. Many women were sitting around in soft looking chairs, each with it's own table and reading light. Everyone was reading a book. All the women were attractive and young looking. They were all wearing the same white panties and tank-top. All had nipple clamps and all were silent. I wondered if they had been told to read?

As we followed the red-head toward one of the halls leading from the lounge, a female voice came over the PA. "Will Margaret T. and Susan W. please report to the shuttle.... Will Margaret T. and Susan W. please report to the shuttle." I noticed a pretty girl with brown hair and smallish breasts get up from one of the chairs and head toward the elevator. She left the book behind on the table. The hallway we entered was marked with a blue circle. Other halls had different colored markers. Small rooms lined both sides with a number above each. The rooms had no doors! I noticed that Monica was not showing any interest in the rooms, so I tried my best not to act differently. From what I could see, each room had a bed and dresser. There were girls laying on some of the beds. Halfway down the long hall, we stopped at a larger opening which was marked with the universal symbol for 'Ladies Room'. Our guide turned to us and said, "Please take a shower, dry your hair, and put on basic make-up. You may use the lavatory if you wish. Then return to your rooms and dress. Rachel, you will use room Blue-48. Monica, you will use room Blue-50. Remain in your rooms until called for." With that she turned and headed back down the hall. Monica immediately headed into the shower area. I followed. There were walls between each shower stall, but no curtains or doors. It felt good to get clean. I relaxed and let the hot water run over my body. What a nightmare this has been. Is it really all happening? Before I knew it, Monica was finished. There was a wide counter with sinks, mirrors, and chairs. She was already drying her hair with a blower. I quickly washed my own hair and dried off. Occasionally, another girl would come in and use the toilet. At least those stalls had doors! Monica never said a word or even looked at me. Eventually she finished and headed for her room. I used the toilet. My vagina was so sore. I though about trying to remove the implant, but decided it was futile. Besides, it might activate if I did something. So I put back on the rob and headed for my room. Monica had left hers behind.

As it turned out, Monica's room was the last one on the left at the end of the hall. Mine was just next to hers. I risked peeking in on her. She was laying on the bed with her eyes closed. She had put on panties and a tee-shirt. As I expected, the only furniture in my room was a bed and dresser. The top drawer had white cotton panties, all bikini style. Second drawer had cotton tees, all tank-tops. The third had tampons, pads, and a new toothbrush. I quickly dressed and put the rob on a hook on the wall. Then I laid on the bed to think. I had to escape and soon. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I had been awake for what seemed like an entire day. I though back to this morning (if it had been morning), when I first awoke with Monica and Phoebes. God, I wonder where Phoebe is. I tried to focus on the problem at hand, but soon I drifted off to sleep. I'm not sure how long I slept, but when I awoke the lighting in my room and the hall had been dimmed. I assume that meant it was night time. I looked out into the hall. It was clear. Quickly I moved toward Monica's room. The rooms on the opposite wall were staggered so that you couldn't see from one to the other across the hall. The room across and between mine and Monica's, number 49, was empty. Much to my horror, so was Monica's. She was gone!

I had to get out, but how. Without the codes for the doors, I was trapped. But then I remember the girls being paged from the lounge. They must have known the codes. In fact, maybe all the girls new the code. After all, they had no reason to try and escape. It was worth a try. I silently walked down the hall to the first room with a sleeping girl in it. Room number 38 contained a very young looking girl with short blond hair. She looked very innocent just sleeping there. I shook her gently until her green eyes opened and she looked up at me. She didn't seem all that surprised. "Please be very quite", I asked her. She whispered, "Sure". "Do you know the code to the elevator?" I asked. "Yes, but we are not allowed to tell it to anyone." "Dam!", I thought to myself. "It's OK, you can tell me." "I'm sorry, but I'm really not allowed to tell. In fact, I'm not supposed to talk with any of the other girls." The ORG-X drug which was slowly being released into her nipples had destroyed her will to think. All she could do was take orders. But why wouldn't she take the orders from me? Maybe I could remove the nipple clamps? No, that would probably hurt her. On the other hand, what would happen if I increased the dosage. Maybe then she would tell me. It was my only chance. I sat on the bed next to her. She was laying on her side and I gently pushed her on her back. She gave no resistance. I placed my hands on her breasts and she moaned slightly. Could I do this? I'd never touched another woman before. My fingers moved up to her nipples. They were pushed up against the tight cotton tee. I placed my thumb and forefinger around each nipple and she moaned a little louder. "Please be very quite", I told her again. Then I gently squeezed. For a moment nothing happened. Then she began to squirm. I placed my hand over her mouth as her moaning became louder. One of her hands moved down between her legs. She pushed it under the panties and began to masturbate. I asked again, "What's the code to the elevator?" "Oooo, please touch me!", she said softly. "What's the code?", no response. Then, suddenly, she took my hand in hers and moved it down to her pussy. Before I realized it, my fingers were on her dripping lips. Instinctively, I found her clit and began to rub in a circular motion. Her hips raised off the bed. "What's The Code!" "Sheeveen...Fiiivvve, ahhh, Thhhreeeee, One, ohhhaaaaa, Twooo, Fiiiivveeeee." Then she came. Her hips bucked and I covered her mouth! I left her there, still dripping and moaning.

Quickly I moved down the hall. The lounge was empty. All the chair lights were off and the overhead lighting was dimmed. Near the elevator door, I noticed another door marked 'Stairs'. It had no keypad. I decided the stairs would be safer than the elevator which might be monitored. I opened the door and stepped into the stairwell. As the door closed behind me, I saw the keypad on the wall. Could I get back in? Well, here goes. I punched in 7,5,3,1,2,5, then 'Open'. I heard the door click. I let out a sigh of relief. Now what? As I recalled from the buttons on the elevator, the floors above me were marked 'DORM-2', 'MED', 'LAB', and 'OBSERVATORY'. The though of the lab sent shivers down my spine. Up was not the way to go. Below me was 'GROUND', 'S1', 'S2', and 'DOCK'. Dock! Maybe there would be a boat to escape in. I started down the stairs. Each level had a door with a keypad. The doors were marked the same as the elevator buttons. I wondered what 'S1' and 'S2' meant? The stairs were cold and I had nothing covering my feet. At the bottom, I tried the code on the door marked 'DOCK'..... No click! A small light on the panel momentarily turned red. I tried the code again.... no luck. Back up the stairs, I tried the 'S1' and 'S2' doors, also without success. But the door marked 'GROUND' gave me a satisfying 'click'.

Slowly I opened the door and peeked out. The large room beyond was empty with the exception of a few sofas and a receptionist counter near the left wall. And there were windows and doors leading out! Outside was dark. From what I could see, it looked tropical. Then I saw headlights coming toward the building. I ran toward the desk and ducked behind. There was a tall plant next to the desk, and using it as cover, I was able to watch what was happening. A shuttle type bus drove up and began to let women off. They streamed out single file, came in through the glass doors, and headed toward the elevators. Most were topless, some totally nude. Still others were wearing the remains of tattered costumes and dresses. They all looked sweaty and tired, their hair a mess. As I looked closer, I could see red welts across some of their bodies. Then I saw Phoebe! Her hair was tied back and slimy looking. Her wrists and ankles looked red and sore. There was an odd red mark in the shape of an 'X' across each of her breasts. I saw what could only have been dried blood on her thighs. Tears welled up in my eyes. I had to save her, but how. Before I could react, she had entered the elevator with the rest, and the doors silently closed. I watched the lights above the elevator. They stopped on 'D2'.

I had to think quickly. The women driving the bus had on a white jacket, similar the girls who had taken me to the lab prep room. Maybe she knew the other codes. I ran out from my hiding place and out the glass doors. A warm breeze was blowing. The bus door was already closed. I knocked on the glass window on the bus door. The driver looked at me, then opened the doors and said, "Please return to your room." Before she could close the door again, I jumped in. She looked surprised at my actions, then said, "Where are your nipple clamps?" Without thinking, I pulled her jacket open and squeezed down hard on both her large nipples. Now she looked really surprised. I put both my arms under hers and dragged her from the driver seat onto the center isle floor. Already she was moaning, one hand rubbing her breasts, the other between her legs. "What's the door code?", I asked. "Seven, Five, Three, One Two Five", she replied through her moans of pleasure. "No, what's the code for the restricted levels?" "I can't teeellll yooouuu." I climbed on top of her, straddling her and pinning her arms with my knees. This prevented her from further stimulation. "Pleeeasee touch meeee! Lick my cunttt! Pleeeaaaase!" "Tell me the code!" "I need relieffff. Eat me fiirssst. Then I'll tell you!" I reached behind and felt between her legs. There were two small snaps in the crotch of her jumper. The material was already very wet. I pulled the snaps open and began to touch her as I had done earlier. "Noooo, I want your tongue, pleease lick meee." How could I do this? I've never been with another woman, let alone tasted pussy. But it seemed I had no choice. I slid down her body and repositioned myself so that my head was between her legs. Her aroma was strong but not entirely distasteful. I lowered my lips toward her shaved vagina. Suddenly she thrust her hips up. My mouth made contact and I tasted my first pussy. I started to use my tongue, first exploring her folds of skin, then finding her clitoris. "Ohhhh god yessss...more, more! Put it inside, please, deeep inside!" I moved my tongue down, finding her tight cunt hole and pushed it inside. She orgasmed almost immediately. I lifted my wet face from between her legs, feeling both ashamed and at the same time, turned on! "Now... what is the code?" Her breathing was still very fast. "More, I need more." "I'll continue after you give me the code." "OK... Six, Nine, Zero, Zero, Six, Nine... now please fuck meeee!" Quickly, I rolled her over and pulled off her jacket. Then I left her there, begging for more.

Once again, I was back in the stair well. I put on the jacket. Maybe the jacket identified a higher level and the other girls would be more willing to take orders from me. Now where to? I headed down toward the 'Dock' level, but stopped at the door marked 'S2'. Something told me deep inside to try this door first. The code worked! Beyond the door was wide hallway leading left and right. I walked down the hall reading the signs on each door. Most seemed to be storage or supply rooms. Then I came upon a room marked 'Video Vault'. The keypad next to the door showed a green light, and the door was not locked. It seems that Tripp does not see a great need for security. At least not after you get into the restricted areas. The room was large and filled with racks and racks of video tapes stored in black cases. Each had a code number on the spine. I removed one and looked at the title; 'Mary Ann Parker, Age 18, Capture'. The next was titled; 'Mary Ann Parker, Age 18, Client Usage Prior To ORG-X'. I felt sick to my stomach. On the other side of the room were three small viewing booths, each with a chair, TV, and VCR. In one of the rooms, the TV was off, but the VCR was still on. Walking as if in a trance, I entered the booth, turned on the set, and pressed play. Tripp flashed on the screen, sitting on a stool in a tropical garden. I looked at the title of the tape on the case sitting next to the player, 'The Club, VIP Tour Intro'. Now Tripp was speaking, telling about the club. "What you're about to see was filmed inside our 'New Arrival' processing facility. As you can imagine, we are not at liberty to discuss where our girls are obtained from." Then the picture changed to a white room with two woman wearing lab coats and gas masks of some sort. "The gas we use to sedate our captives is harmless, and the effects wear off in minutes" The camera panned to a panel on the left wall which slid up. Then a large semi clear cylinder, riding on an electric cart moved through the opening and up to a medical table. The cart was following a yellow line on the floor. The cylinder was about 7 feet long, laying on its side. As it turned out, it was filled with a bluish gas. The camera panned in and you could make out a girl laying on her back.

The two women released latches on the front of the cylinder, and swung the front open. Blue gas drifted out and dissipated. The panel on which the girl was laying was slid out, over the table top. She was still dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. Working from both sides, the lab women strapped the girls wrists and upper arms down at her sides using restraints built into the table. Her legs were spread wide, and strapped down at the ankles. A ball gag was placed in her mouth and attached behind her head. At this point, she seemed to be waking up. With scissors in hand, the two woman began to remove the girls clothing. By the time she was fully stripped, she was also fully awake, and terrified. Extra straps were added at her thighs and waist. What happened next, I had already experienced. Using a cold spray, her nipples were enlarged and measured. Tripp continued to narrate, explaining the process as it happened. "Some of our girls are trimmed, other are shaved." Using a cream, her pubic hair was clipped and then shaved bare. "Next we identify if the girl is a virgin. For an additional fee, you may request the use a virgin prior to her consumption of the ORG-X drug. The fee is quite steep, as virgins are in limited quantity!" A small box was attached to a socket in the table between the girls legs. A probe protruded from it's side, pointing toward her vagina. Slowly the probe, about 1 inch in diameter, moved to split her. When it made contact with her tender lips, she began to struggle and shake her head side to side. One of the lab women put some lubricant on the shaft. Then pressed a button on the controls. Ever so slowly, the probe entered the young girl. Tears were running down her face. At about one inch, it stopped. The other lab women watched the read-out on a small screen. Then she shook her head "No", and pressed another button. The probe quickly plunged in. The girl arched her back and tried to scream through the gag. "As it turns out, Vicki here is not a virgin. So she will be fitted with the nipple clamps immediately." Now the probe began to fuck her in earnest, moving in and out. From the look of a gauge on the side of the box, I assumed that an electric stimulation was also being applied. Her nipples became erect. And then a nipple clamp was attached to each! A minute later, her gag was removed. Now she was moaning with pleasure, not pain.

The tape continued. It showed some of the new girls watching a training tape. It showed the dormitory levels. The medical facilities. It even mentioned some horrid experiments which Tripp was working on. My mind became numb and I switched off the tape. I ran out of the room and back to the stairs. I was shaking with panic. Got to get out! Stumbling, I made it to the bottom level. I punched in the code but made a mistake. OK Rachel, get a grip! Calming myself down, I tried the code again... red light, no click. This level required a different code. Slumping in the corner, I began to cry softly. After a few minutes, my mind cleared. I couldn't get out this way. What about on the ground floor. But where would I go. Besides, what about Monica, and Phoebe, and all the other girls? I had to help them! How? Think! They were all like sex zombies from the drug. The drug! All I had to do was find a way to get off those dam nipple clamps. Then we could all just overrun the place. I'm sure the medical level would have the small tool Tripp had used to put them on. With determination, I headed back up. On the way I peeked out the door on the ground floor to see what happened to the bus. It was gone. Hopefully, the driver had recovered and just went on doing her job. But that was not the problem. The horizon was getting lighter. It would be morning very soon. There was no time to put my plan in action. I would have to wait until tonight. Much as I hated the though, I headed back to my room. Luckily, no one was up yet. I removed the jacket and stuffed in the back of the bottom drawer. Then I went to see if Monica was back yet. She was! Laying asleep on her side in a fetal position. She was nude. I could see what looked like cum dripping from between her legs. I stroked her hair. Poor Mon. Tears ran down my cheeks as I returned to my room. I lied down in bed. The day ahead would probably be the hardest of my life. I would have to do whatever I was told! I would have to act as if I enjoyed it! I would have to become a sex toy!

End Part 3

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