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Disclaimer: All the usual stuff. If you are offended by bondage,
whipping, spanking, and sexual torture for pleasure, then read other
things. I wrote this for my own enjoyment and am happy to share it
with others. If you like what I have written please let me know.
This book represents many hours of writing and editing not to
mention the time to post to the newsgroup. I ask for nothing in
return except some comments, pro and con, to help me improve my
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initially to keep the weirdos away.



CHAPTER 4



     When Rosie had finally finished cumming, Bill returned to his caning of Kim's
tits. Angela shifted her attention to her school mate, wondering how much Kim was
going to be able to take before she dissolved into an orgasm like her mother. The new
girl could tell that her friend was very close already.

     Jimmy released Rosie, tying her in a chair close to Angela. He eyed his mom
and selected a bull whip to use on her, knowing that watching Rosie had gotten her
hot, and that she required a substantial amount of pain to really get her juices flowing.
His cock was flaming red and jutting out stiffly from underneath his belly. It wouldn't be
long before he was going to have to get some relief himself because his balls were
swollen and beginning to ache.

     Kim had watched her mother work her way through a terrific orgasm and it
helped her to see what she would get as a reward for undergoing such pain. It didn't
make Bill's caning hurt any less, but at least now she knew it was going to be worth it
in the end.

     Bill was just tapping Kim's breasts, not really caning them. He was hitting her
hard enough that her tits were beginning to show faint stripes, but there had been no 
bruising yet. He knew that the girl was still relatively inexperienced in breast torture
and that the stocks were causing her luscious tits to be much more sensitive than
normal. Kim was finally getting some pleasure from her situation. The caning had
made her swollen, blood-engorged tits itch madly. She was ready to move up to the
next step but knew she was not allowed to ask Bill to hit her harder.

     Asking was not necessary. Holding the cane no more than three or four inches
from her right nipple, he flicked his wrist rapidly, directing the thin tip of the cane so
that it ringed Kim's hard pulsating nipple. He tattooed her entire areola with a series of
stinging blows while judiciously avoiding the nipple itself. It started Kim off on her
climb toward sexual bliss.

     "Ohhhh God! It hurts" she hissed, through clenched teeth. "My tits are on fire.
They've never felt so big and my nipples have never been this long and hard. The
whole end of my tit feels like you held a match to it! It hurts a lot, but it feels so good
at the same time!" Talking was okay unless it had been expressly forbidden, she was
just not supposed to ask for anything during a session. Kim hoped that she was
communicating with Bill enough that he would realize she wanted him to use more
force and perhaps cane her nipples.

     She had and he did! His next cut came down vertically, starting out of her line
of vision above her head. The poor teenager didn't even have time to react as the
menacing weapon sliced through the air with a swish and buried itself into the base of
her right nipple.

     Kim's brain first registered the sound, a dull, sickening splat as the frayed tip of
the bamboo rod spread out to cover half her areola and the top of her erect nipple.
The next thing she felt was a sharp tug as the force of the blow drove her nipple
toward the floor, pulling the skin on top of her breast even tighter. Finally, Kim felt the
pain. It bored into her with the intensity of a laser beam. White hot agony seared her
tortured nubbin. It couldn't have hurt any more if her tit had been dipped into molten
lead!

     Kim screamed. It was a high-pitched scream of agony and despair that lasted
until she ran out of breath. The tears streamed down her face while she yanked,
fruitlessly trying to extricate her scalded tit from the awful device that held her so
securely. She knew another blow would soon come crashing into her other tit tip and
she desperately wanted to avoid that.

     "Nooooo!! Please don't hit me again. I can't take it . . . it hurts too much.
Please, Master, I'll do anything . . . anything at all . . . just, please don't cane my
nipples again!" Kim begged, sobbing. She didn't care that she was groveling or that
her friend was seeing her blubber like a baby. The girl only knew that her nipple was
still throbbing and ached so much that she was afraid it would drive her insane. "I'll
suck your cock until it shoots its load down my throat . . . You can fuck me in the ass
. . . You and Jimmy can both fuck me together . . . Please, just don't whip my nipple
again with that cane!" She was almost hysterical.

     Bill was patient, knowing that if he gave her enough time the panic would pass
and arousal would take over. He amused himself by moving behind her and lightly
patting her ass cheeks and pouting pussy lips with the cane. The effect was almost
instantaneous. Kim stopped wailing and quit surging against the stocks. She
unconsciously tried to spread her thighs a little wider, giving better access to the
gentle swish of the bamboo stick as it continued to bounce against her thickened labia
that had now spread open and were starting to leak some clear, slick fluid. There was
no pain associated with this although there was still plenty left in her tortured nipple. In
almost no time, the girl had forgotten about the raging fire in her tit and concentrated
on the inferno that was starting to build in her pussy.

     When he knew that Kim's mind had been sufficiently diverted to her crotch, Bill 
quickly moved to the side and slashed at her other nipple savagely. This time was
different. The pain was just as intense, perhaps more so, but Kim was more aroused.
When she felt the tug at her breast and heard the splat as the rod crashed into the
base of her nipple, she knew the pain would soon follow. By the time it hit, she was
prepared. Even so, it was sickening. Kim felt it go right to the pit of her stomach and
spread rapidly as the heat rose to incredible heights in her tit.

     Kim didn't scream this time. Instead, she gritted her teeth and tried to ride out
the wave of nausea that overtook her. It felt like she had been punched in the
stomach, but it quickly subsided, leaving in its wake a different feeling. The girl was
very aware of the burning sensation in both her tits but she was even more cognizant
of the spasm in her pussy. Her vaginal muscles clamped down hard and locked tight.
Her ass cheeks slammed shut and quivered from the strain. Deep down, in the very
core of her being, Kim felt the first tremors of orgasm beginning to collect. They
gained intensity and speed, like a snowball rolling downhill, as they raced through her
body. By the time they surfaced as a full-blown orgasm they were stronger than
anything Kim had ever experienced in her young life.

     The pain was gone and forgotten as the teenager shook her way through the
tremendous cum. Her knees weakened and would no longer support her. At some
point, Kim wasn't sure when, she collapsed and was hanging by her tits. This pain,
although minimal by the standards already set, was enough to send her almost
unconscious body into another series of orgasms leaving her limp and floating in that 
ethereal stage between oblivion and awareness.

     When Kim began to emerge from the sex-induced fog that clouded her senses,
she became instantly aware of several things. First she realized that she was bound
into a chair near her mother and her friend. The second thing that got her attention
was a loud, cracking sound, much like the sound a small caliber pistol might make.
Kim was still too dazed to make much sense of what she was hearing but she could
understand the scene that was unfolding before her.

     Rosie was on her knees with her arms handcuffed behind her. Her head was in
Bill's lap and was bobbing up and down madly. His cock kept disappearing into her
slurping mouth as his hips slammed forward to meet her downward thrust. Kim saw
the contorted look on his face and knew he was fighting to keep from cumming.

     Angela's eyes were wide and her nostrils were flared as she stared, fixated on
something in the distance. When Kim followed her gaze and saw what so fascinated
her friend. Jimmy was whipping Connie with the bull whip. The cracking sound that
Kim heard was the result of the wide leather tip snapping against her neighbor's skin.
They had modified the whip so that it terminated in a piece of leather about two inches
wide instead of the thin tail of the whip itself. This caused an incredible amount of pain
without cutting the victim to ribbons. Connie was already marked with several angry
red lines where the whip had cut into her. If you followed the lines you could see
where it spread out leaving a much wider mark as the tip found its target.

     "My God." Angela said almost in a whisper. "She must be in terrible pain. Look
how the whip makes her swing back and forth when it cuts into her. No part of her
body is sacred. Her tits, ass, thighs and even her pussy, have felt the whip already,
and she hasn't even screamed yet."

     "Connie is a real masochist" Kim answered. "She hasn't screamed because the
pain hasn't built up enough yet. It takes an enormous amount of punishment to get her
juices flowing but once it happens there is nothing she won't do. She loves to be
forced into bizarre sexual situations and made to do humiliating things, the more
outlandish the better. Do you know many mothers who like being tortured and fucked
by their own son?"

     The question went unanswered because Angela was absorbed in voyeurism.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from Jimmy and Connie. Every time the whip cracked
Angela jerked in empathy with the abused woman. Deep down Angela knew that
Connie was taking far more pain than she could stand herself, but she still envied the
older woman and wished the dreadful whip were biting into her own body instead.

     The evening wore on and Angela was exposed to more forms of sexual
depravity than she had even known existed. When they finally released her,  they
made her masturbate for them, which she did, furiously. She came almost instantly,
releasing several hours of pent-up sexual frustration. As she came, gushing on her
own hand, she heard what she had been wanting to hear. 

     They would meet again Sunday afternoon and she could join in as much as she
wanted. She only had to make it through Saturday then she would become a
participating member of the club. Angela knew it would be the longest day of her life.

     The girls were far too sore for much of a session Saturday so Jimmy and Bill
spent most of the day in the basement designing and building new equipment for their
games. Bill was pleased at the ideas he was getting from his son, who was beginning
to come up with some good plans for devices to build and scenarios to play out.

     Connie, Kim and Rosie, took the opportunity to soak in the hot tub to take some
of their soreness away. Sore as they were, they just couldn't seem to keep their hands
off one another and the hot tub session soon got even steamier than usual. When Bill
and Jimmy came upstairs on a break they found the women engaged in a three-way
daisy chain and moaning loudly enough to be heard over the bubbling water.

     Stripping off their clothes the men jumped into the tub, determined to get their
share of the action. A hot tub orgy followed. They paired off in every possible way and
each came several times in several different ways. 

     The guys started by being sucked by each lady. A game developed where each
girl had three minutes to try to make her man cum. The winner was rewarded with a
mouthful of hot jism. Connie won by making Jimmy shoot off first. Her prize was
getting fucked in the ass by her husband while Rosie and Kim worked on Jimmy to try
to get him back in action.

     The orgy lasted for over an hour and each person managed to cum at least
three times. Afterward, they sat in the warm, swirling water and discussed things. All
agreed that it had been a fun session but certainly nothing to match their other times
when they played bondage and torture games. All the women said they had enjoyed
their orgasms but had been left with the feeling that something was missing and they
had not been as totally satiated as they were after their other sessions.

     "In fact," Connie said. "Give me another hour to recover and I'll be ready to go
downstairs and try out what you boys have been building so industriously all day."

     Kim and Rosie concurred, so the hot tub party broke up in favor of fixing some
dinner and getting ready for another night of debauchery. They toyed with the idea of
calling Angela and continuing her initiation but decided to leave it until tomorrow as
originally planned. The anticipation would be good for the neophyte. Besides, they
didn't want to take a chance on raising her parents suspicions. They all recognized the
need to be cautious when bringing in another party, particularly one as young as
Angela. The stakes were too high to make a careless mistake by being overly
anxious.

     As it happened the guys had been working on three new toys for their games.
This way there would be one for each woman. They talked about them over supper,
building the anticipation and excitement.

     By the time the supper table had been cleared and the dishes washed, the
group was ready for another round. Kim, Connie, and Rosie had listened carefully to
the guys when they described the new devices they had built. They had their own
secret wishes about which one they would get to try tonight, but knew that ultimately
the choice would not be theirs.

     Before beginning the Saturday evening "meeting" Bill made it clear that they all
needed to make sure that they were ready for Angela's initiation the next day. The
plans were to start in the early afternoon and go through the night or at least until
everyone dropped from exhaustion. Consequently, tonight must be a light session,
ending early in the evening so they could all be completely rested and ready for the
full days activities tomorrow.

     Bill and Jimmy decided to let the girls choose their torture for the evening. If the
same device was chosen by more than one person, they could draw straws to settle
the argument.

     Although the guys had described the new devices, the girls were eager to see
them for themselves. They were not disappointed. Each item was just as described
and very close to what the ladies had pictured in their minds.
     The first was an angled ramp with swinging arms at one end. In his description,
Bill portrayed the victim being positioned so that the small of her back fit on the
padding at the higher end of the ramp. Her arms would be fixed to the lower end and
pulled back tightly on either side of her head with pulleys attached to facilitate this.
Swinging arms were in place for the legs. Padded ankle cuffs on short chains hung
from the ends of the arms which could be positioned in a variety of ways. The women
shuddered when they visualized themselves strapped into the device. They would be
spread wide open, their inner thighs, pussies, and assholes totally accessible to the
whims of their Master. 

     Seeing it, they all had the same thought. This was a more diabolical form of a
doctor's examination table. The swinging arms just replaced the stirrups and allowed
for a more lewd and humiliating position. The incline would make their tits roll back
toward their face instead of off to one side, and they were all sure that Bill and Jimmy
would find some way to use this to their own best advantage.

     The second item was a yoke designed to fit behind the neck and under the
arms. Once in place, the girl's arms would be stretched out to the sides in a "T"
shape. Eyebolts had been strategically placed which the guys told them would be for
attaching the free end of chains fixed to nipple clamps. The girl's tits would be pulled
up and out to each side with several positions available for maximum pressure. This
device left the lower part of the body unfettered but kept the upper half virtually
immobile. They had installed heavier eyebolts for attaching pulleys, making the device
useful as a less painful method of suspension. 

     Bill explained, with a sadistic grin, that he wasn't concerned about their pain,
but with this device he could keep them suspended for much longer periods of time. It
didn't take much imagination for the ladies to see how this item would make their tits
available for all kinds of abuse.

     
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