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Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club Ch.3 (B/D,S/M,Group,Teen)



                                 CHAPTER 3



Bill watched the scene unfold before him.  By the fourth or fifth
cut of the whip Rosie's tits had worked free of their confinement. 
Her areolae had become dark, almost purple, in color, and her nipples
had hardened into inch-long nubbins that quivered with her every
movement.  He saw her free hand racing from globe to globe,
pinching, squeezing, and twisting the sensitive buds, as the other
hand prepared to snap the whip onto her daughter's trembling back. 
Occasionally, her hand would plunge downward, fingers twining through
the coarse pubic hair, mauling the rubbery lips of her hot, damp,
pussy, and tweaking the erect clitoris peeking out from its fleshy
hood.

Kim's body vibrated like a plucked violin string.  Her moans had
changed to the harsh guttural sounds of an animal in heat.  Teardrops
streamed down her face as her head whipped from side to side while
she tried to maintain control.

"Owwww!  It hurrttssss.  Oh God!  It hurts sooo muuuuuchhhh!  More,
Mother.  Please give me some more!!"

"She's just on the edge.  Right now she only feels the pain, but she
knows that with just a little more, it will turn into the pleasure
she wants"  Rosie explained to Bill. "This is how you stretch
people's limits.  I won't give her any more just yet.  By the time I
change her position and choose a new instrument she will hurt a
little less.  It will take even more pain just to get her back to
this level.  If done gradually, over time, it is amazing how much
pain the body can stand, especially if a mind-blowing orgasm is the
reward for doing so."

Rosie released the rope that was holding Kim's arms while she
talked. Kim slumped, falling forward on the bed, her legs unable to
support her.  Her ankles were still tied to the legs of the bed,
which kept her thighs spread wide apart.  Her wrists remained cuffed
together over her head.  After a few quick adjustments, Kim was
again stretched out tightly.  This time she was spread-eagled, facing
down, on the bed.

Rosie struck the bed several times with a thin cane, apparently
testing the feel and springiness of her new torture device.  Each
time the cane landed there was a loud popping sound, and Kim fought
frantically against the ropes, although only a little movement was
possible.  There was some fear evident in her voice.  She still
didn't speak or scream, but made little, high-pitched yelps, like a
hurt puppy.

"Kim has a love-hate relationship with the cane"  Rosie explained. 
"The whip explodes against the skin and ignites a quick, sharp pain
that subsides almost immediately.  The cane burrows into the muscle,
producing a type of pain that lingers and seems to build in intensity
over time.  If the strokes are properly timed, a victim can be
feeling the effects of several marks at the same time.  The slow,
gradually increasing, effect of the cane usually brings the victim to
the brink, but does not provide the spark to send them over the
edge."

"It's when the body gets more stimulation than it can handle at once
that it responds with an orgasm.  It's length and intensity is
controlled by the amount of pent up sexual energy that needs to be
released.  If a person can be kept in a state of extreme excitation
for a long time, the resulting orgasm will last longer and be more
intense. Kim hates the pain the cane gives her, but loves the
result.  Ordinary, sucking and fucking, type sex is pleasant, but for
those of us who have discovered that pain is the best form of
foreplay, it is much too mild and short-lived to be really
satisfying."

She punctuated this last sentence with two quick, hard cuts of the
cane that landed across the meatiest portion of Kim's twin globes. 
Bill watched as Kim went completely rigid, a shriek caught in her
throat.  The young girl's buttocks began to tremble, then twitch. 
Soon, they were jerking spasmodically, seemingly on their own, and
independently of each other, as they reacted to the full impact of
the pain.  Vivid red welts sprang up almost immediately.  Kim began
whining.  She was in agony and wanted it to stop, but she was also in
heat and wanted more!

A few more cuts of the cane left her ass well marked from the tops
of her thighs to her waistline.  Her whines changed to shrieks, then
to screams.  Her promise to control herself was forgotten as her ass
burned from the branding it had received from the cane.  Kim was in
constant motion, at least, as much as her limited mobility would
allow.  The motion, Bill noticed, was not aimed at trying to escape
the cuts of the cane, but was more akin to the rapid, up and down,
fucking motion of a person close to cumming and trying desperately to
go over the top.

Rosie saw it too and stopped abruptly, leaving Kim frustrated and
unsatisfied.  The girl stopped screaming as the pain diminished but
continued moaning and sobbing, probably as much from disappointment
as anything.

Bill had been a spectator long enough.  "I've seen enough"  he said.
 "Kim, earlier tonight your mother told me I could be the Master,
with no limitations.  I need to know if you agree with her.  Think
carefully before you answer.  If you say yes, I am prepared to put
you and your Mother through a night of pain and torture neither of
you will soon forget.  I may or may not fuck you, but I will make you
both my personal sex slaves.  You will do anything and everything I
want.  This is for tonight only.  There is no commitment beyond that.
 Later, the three of us will decide to continue or not, based on how
we all feel things have gone.  If you both agree, call me Master and
ask me to do something to you when I ask for your answer.  Rosie,
since you set the rules, it is only right that you go first."

Rosie's eyes sparkled as she realized she was about to be included
and become the focus of attention.  "Please, Master, I need a hard
spanking."

Bill released Kim and ordered her to open his bag and dump it on the
floor.  "Find the wrist and ankle cuffs.  Fasten her left wrist and
ankle to the spreader bar then do the same with the right side."

Rosie was quickly bent in half with her legs spread almost as wide
as possible as Kim hurried to follow Bill's orders.  She was stable
from side to side in this position, but could still fall forward or
backward quite easily.  Bill corrected this by placing a wide leather
belt around her waist.  This was attached to the rope dangling from
the ceiling. Once he pulled it tight, the woman was secure and
unable to move, except for a slight back and forth rocking motion. 
Her ass and thighs were exposed and vulnerable, and her pussy peeked
out just enough to catch the whip or paddle if it was aimed just
right.

"Kim, it's time to choose."

"Master, I am yours to do as you choose.  Please make me your slave.
 I will do anything you ask."

"That's fine.  We'll begin.  Pick out one of those paddles for me to
try out on your Mother."

Bill smiled to himself as he watched the young girl handle each
device he had bought at the sex shop.  She picked one and swung it to
test it's weight.  She carefully examined it, trying to evaluate it's
pain potential.  It took several minutes before she finally handed
him the one she had chosen.  It was a flexible paddle, covered with
leather, and embedded with metal studs.  If pain was what her mother
was looking for, then Kim had chosen well.  This device was designed
to produce intense pain and deep bruising.  There would be a quick
flash of pain as the paddle slapped against her skin.  This would be
followed by a dull throbbing ache produced by the metal studs digging
deep into her flesh.

In the few times they had switched places, Kim had gotten to know
her mother's sexual proclivities fairly well.  She also had the
advantage of eavesdropping on the scene with Bill and had learned
even more.  Kim was aware that it took a great deal of pain to get
Rosie's juices flowing, so she knew her choice would please her
mother.

Bill walked around Rosie slapping the paddle gently against his
thigh.  He saw her eyes widen when she got a glimpse of the
instrument that he was about to use on her exposed and waiting ass. 
Bill saw from her expression that the woman knew how painful the
spanking was going to be.  He could also tell that she wanted it!  

As he continued circling the woman, the anxiety began to mount.  He
switched from slapping his own thigh with the paddle to very gently
tapping the woman.  The paddle landed softly on her ass, her thighs,
and even on her tits.  In her bent over position, Rosie's tits swung
free and exposed, having fallen out of the stiff bra cups of her
corset.  Even as lightly as he was hitting, the metal studs left
small red spots where they dug into her smooth skin.

Punishing Kim had made Rosie hot.  She had gotten even more flushed
with excitement when she realized it was about to be her turn.  The
light tapping of her most sensitive parts with the paddle was driving
her up the wall.  The woman wanted it to begin.  She needed the pain
and she needed it now!

"Please, Master.  Don't tease me anymore.  Give it to me hard.  
Please hurt me."

"Quiet, Bitch.  Kim, tell this worthless slut what happens to a
slave who speaks when they're not supposed to."

"Yes, Master.  A slave may only answer direct questions from the
Master or someone the Master puts in charge.  Slaves are not allowed
to ask for favors or cry out, unless they have been given permission
to do so.  A slave who breaks the rule is usually gagged and given a
more severe punishment, usually one they don't like."

"Excellent.  I have not forgotten that you broke the rules earlier
and I will decide your punishment later.  For now, what would you
suggest as a suitable thing to do to your mother?"

"She seems to enjoy everything.  Maybe you should get her as close
to cumming as possible then leave her unsatisfied while she watches
you and me.  That may make her suffer enough."

"Good idea.  It will be even better if I make her bring us both off
before I let her have her own cum.  Get me the penis gag.  I want her
to be used to having a cock in her mouth when I'm ready to be sucked
off."

Rosie's tongue began to swirl around the plastic cock, almost
instinctively, when it was put in place.  She liked sucking cock,
although she would have preferred a real one, and didn't really mind
that this one was very large and forced her jaws so far apart that
they ached.  She knew, from experience, that she would soon adjust
and get more comfortable with it.


"Umphfff!"  With the gag in place Rosie didn't have to be quite so
careful about making noise.  She was reacting to the last of a series
of blows that Bill had directed against her ass.  They had come hard
and fast, each overlapping the one before.  Her meaty ass cheeks
quivered and jumped as they tried to throw off the stinging feeling,
like a horse trying to dislodge a biting fly.  On the last blow, the
one that caused her to scream into the gag, the tip of the paddle had
landed in the crack of her ass, snapping painfully against the lips
of her pussy.  The pain was so sharp and unexpected it almost pushed
her into an orgasm.  It would have if Bill had followed with another
shot to the same area.  He saw her freeze momentarily, then watched
as her pussy lips started pulsating.  He knew what was happening and
stopped immediately.

Bill exchanged the paddle for a small leather quirt.  It had a flat
leather loop at the end of a flexible handle.  This type of whip
would inflict a lot of pain but would not leave any lasting marks or
break the skin.  Rosie's eyes widened and she shook her upper body,
knowing that her precious tits were going to be the targets for this
new weapon.

Rosie didn't have long to wait to see that she was right.  Bill
flicked his wrist, snapping the leather loop against the outer edge
of the woman's left breast.  The blow sounded as if it did more
damage than it actually did because the sides of the loop snapped
against themselves as well as the soft flesh of her naked, hanging
tit.  Even so, the loud crack was quickly followed by a sharp pain
lancing all the way through Rosie's tit. The boob swung hard to the
right, crashing into the other one, making them both gyrate.  It
reminded Bill of a topless dancer trying to get her tits and tassels
circling in opposite directions.

Another flick of his wrist sent the whip snapping into the side of
the woman's other, yet unblemished, globe.  Rosie was still reeling
from the effects of the first.  This second, harder, shot made her
struggle frantically, trying to move her sensitive orbs out of the
way.  Bill went to work with enthusiasm.  He snapped the whip
sharply, hitting first one bouncing tit, then the other.  If Rosie
could have screamed, she would have.  As it was, she was only able to
make muffled, unintelligible sounds around the huge plastic penis in
her mouth.  A real cock would have been in grave danger when Bill
snapped the leather loop against each hard nipple.  The pain took
control.  Rosie went rigid, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her
jaws clenched, with her teeth embedded into the fake phallus.  

Bill and Kim watched, with fascination, as Rosie's already erect
nipples stiffened even more, and grew another inch in length.  They
seemed like they were reaching out for another kiss from the whip. 
Standing behind her bound and suffering mother, Kim could see the
older woman's cunt begin to palpitate.  Thick juice began to ooze
out and run slowly down her inner thighs.

"Master, I believe she's ready.  I think any more would send her into 
a cum."

Bill was on a roll and hated to stop, but he knew the younger girl
was right.  If he wanted to prolong this evening he needed to stop
now.

"Take her down and move her to the chair"  he ordered, indicating a
large chair in the corner of the room.  While Kim busied herself
releasing her mother, Bill went to work getting the chair ready for
what he had in mind.

Kim led Rosie across the room.  The woman moved gingerly, because
each step made her boobs swing against each other.  They were sore
from the beating they had received and this intensified the pain she
already felt.  When she sat, the rough fabric scraped against her
bruised ass, causing her even more discomfort.

Bill went to work tying the woman in the position he had chosen
while Rosie's mind cleared.  

"This is perfect"  she thought to herself.  "He brought me right to
the brink of an orgasm and was sharp enough to know exactly when to
stop.  He has my mind and body focused totally on my tits and ass. 
They hurt, but only enough to whet my appetite, not so much to make
me concentrate just on the pain, but enough to make me vividly aware
of every sensitive nerve ending.  My tits feel huge, and my ass
feels like it's being caressed by thousands of magic fingers.  I'm
horny enough to fuck an elephant and he hasn't even touched my pussy
except that one pop with the paddle!" 


Rosie was happy, not only because she had found what she had been
looking for, but also because she knew her daughter was about to
experience sex in it's most exciting form.

While Rosie had been lost in her thoughts, Bill had finished.  He
stepped back to examine his victim.  Her corset had been stripped
away, leaving the woman naked except for the wide leather collar she
had chosen to wear.  Her head was held high by the stiff, leather,
collar, making it impossible for her to see the vivid red marks,
some already beginning to turn purple, on her tits.  Rosie had her
arms pulled up and back, with her elbows resting on either side of
her head, and her wrists  tied together. There were two ropes
running from her tied wrists, under the chair, to each ankle.  He had
placed each leg over an arm of the chair.  Rosie was wide open and
exposed. Her tits and pussy were available for anything he had in
mind.  Rosie hoped he had a lot in mind!  

The woman tested her new position and found she could rock from side
to side, enough to help her shake off some minor effects of pain, but
not nearly enough to escape any of the blows that may be coming her
way.  She didn't wish to avoid them, but the body sometimes failed to
listen to the mind and acted on it's own, especially when it decided
it was being threatened.

Bill was pleased with Rosie's new position.  It allowed her to watch
him work on Kim, while remaining completely open and vulnerable to
anything he might wish to do to her.  She was also unable to use her
hands to help herself cum.  He had control over her and he would
dictate when and how she could orgasm.




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