THE USUAL WARNINGS:  

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you are 
offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or 
unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this type 
of material is illegal where you are, don't read any 
further.

This is a fantasy.  You will have to loosen your clench on 
reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in which 
physical acts and human responses are not limited to, nor 
necessarily based in, reality.  Some acts and responses in 
this story may be physically impossible and/or 
physiologically improbable.  

Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this 
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful; 
gorgeous, even.  Gravity has not caused their breasts to 
droop nor have creased wrinkles their unblemished faces.  
The men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls.  
They can get it up and keep it up often and at will.  In 
this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs, morals, 
or unwanted pregnancies; and guilt is a four-letter word.  
But most important of all, no amount of strength of 
character, courage of convictions or moral beliefs stands a 
chance against an erotic stimulus.  This can be as benign 
as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle or as stimulating 
as a whipping on the genitals.  


For those of you who didn’t understand the preceding 
statements, GO AWAY!

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment of 
consenting adults.  Do not try to do any of the things 
described in this story.  You will injure yourself or your 
partner.  Or be arrested, or shot by her father....

If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY!  This story will 
burn your eyeballs and fry your brain. 

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited where 
you are, GO AWAY!

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility for 
any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure that 
result from reading this story.  If you don’t, GO AWAY!

You have been warned!

If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on a 
<free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for it. 

So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy the 
story!....? 

NightShade


















The President's Club 
by NightShade

Chapter 5

first posted 4/97, major revision 12/98

Karin revived slowly.  For long minutes she resisted the 
persistent call of awareness and laid there in blissful 
peace.  But the call was too strong.  So was her curiosity.  
She allowed each of her senses to engage one by one.  
Gradually, she became aware of her surroundings.  

The first thing she noticed was that she was no longer 
bound in any way and that all the pain seemed to be gone.  
She felt as if she was floating, kind of.  Opening a wary 
eye, she saw she was in the large hot tub on her apartment 
deck.  The gently bubbling hot water soothed away the aches 
and pains of the strange ordeal she had just gone through.  
She felt safe, secure.  She felt loved, for the first time 
she could ever recall.  It was an entirely new feeling for 
her and scared her more than a little bit.  There were too 
many complications in her life to have to deal with that, 
too.

Sam was sitting behind her in the tub, carefully keeping 
her face out of the water by holding gently, but firmly 
onto her breasts.  He was continually amazed at the feel of 
them in his grasp.  It felt like they belonged there.  He 
sat there waiting for her to rejoin him, quietly whispering 
into her ear, humming familiar lullabies, caressing her 
hair and neck with soft kisses.  Karin felt him behind her 
and relaxed into him.  She grinned to herself as she felt 
his erection between them.  

Turning her face to his, she smiled at him, then kissed him 
long and hard, urgently.  She raised herself up in the tub 
and reached beneath her for his prick.  When he tried to 
remove his hands from her breasts, she pinned them lightly 
against her sides under her arms.  She liked them right 
where they were.  They seemed to fit just right.

Positioning herself carefully, she lowered herself onto his 
erect manhood.  When she was fully impaled, she leaned back 
against his chest once again.  She reached her arms up over 
her head, providing him with full access to her body and 
the freedom to explore it at will.  She began to massage 
his cock with her cunt muscles.  No other action was needed 
as she slowly, rhythmically coaxed the cum out of his one-
eyed snake.  They both knew there was still a long night of 
fucking ahead of them.

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She rolled over in the rumpled bed.  Strong sunlight was 
assaulting the other side of the curtains, trying to force 
reality into the isolated apartment.  Slowly stretching her 
arms above her head, she felt the deep satisfaction of 
having been well fucked.  She felt like the cat that had 
eaten the canary and purred softly under her breath.  
Noticing the emptiness in the bed next to her filled her 
with a sudden panic, rudely jolting her to wakefulness.  He 
was gone!  

She was halfway to the front door of the apartment when she 
smelled the freshly brewed coffee and the peculiar 
fragrance of burned toast.  A quick peek into the kitchen 
showed the table set for two, but no Sam.  She heard the 
shower start running and grinned.  

Walking into the steamy bathroom, she was totally at ease 
with her nakedness.  It seemed natural around him.  She 
slipped silently into the shower enclosure, coming in 
behind him.  The water beating on his bowed head covered 
the sounds of her entry and he was unaware of her presence.  
She stood silently behind him, enjoying the chance to 
observe him unawares.  He was a handsome man, strong and 
virile, the kind of man that made young girls hearts beat a 
bit faster.  As hers was doing now.  Water beaded up across 
his broad shoulders, then combined into streams and coursed 
down his muscled back.  She started to reach out to touch 
the pale dimples of his ass cheeks, but stopped short, 
wanting more time to memorize his image.

As she watched him standing there in the pulsing stream, 
she suddenly felt as if she were intruding into something 
very personal.  His face, that part she could see, was a 
picture of tormented indecision.  That was something she 
would not have expected to see there.  He had exuded an 
almost overpowering aura of strength in the short time she 
had known him.  To see him like this made him more human 
somehow, more lovable.  It was at that moment in the steamy 
shower, that Karin lost her heart to this man whose true 
name she still did not know.  

Karin cleared her throat.  He didn’t hear her.  Again.  He 
opened one eye and squinted at her under his armpit.  His 
pleasure at seeing her standing there, naked, was rapidly 
apparent.  She dropped her gaze to his swelling 
appreciation, fascinated by the velvety hardness that had 
given her so much pleasure the night before.  

She moved up behind him.  Her arms went around him, hugging 
him close.  Her hands explored his chest, as much a turn on 
for her as her firm tits pressing into his back was for 
him.  Her sharp fingernails terrorized the skin around his 
pectorals.  He groaned, wiggling his butt slightly into her 
tickling pussy hair.  She gave a laughing squeal, and 
attacked his upper body with renewed vigor, her tormenting 
fingers pinching lightly here, pulling a hair, kneading his 
well defined muscles. 

Reaching down with one hand, she picked up the bar of soap 
and a hand towel.  Savagely, she soaped his entire body, 
leaving his skin a dangerous shade of red.  She spared no 
part of him and was extremely thorough, but she didn’t 
dwell on his erect penis.  He voiced his disappointment 
when she clinically washed it and moved on.  Her lilting 
laughter enflamed his passions more than the magnificent 
touch of her hardened nipples as they brushed back and 
forth as she labored over him.  She finished with his face.  
He had steeled himself for an abrasive cleansing here, too.  
She surprised him.  Using just her fingertips sans 
fingernails, she worked the soap into a lather, swirling 
the tiny bubbles into his relaxed expression.  She aimed 
the jets from the showerhead over his face and removed the 
last of the soap from him.  

Sam remained standing with his eyes closed, savoring the 
brief respite from a world that demanded so much from him.  
Karin stood easily in front of him, pleased she had been 
able to do this simple task for him.  She looked up at his 
relaxed face, so different from the tormented expression 
she had seen him wearing earlier.

When he did open his eyes, she silently offered him the bar 
of soap and the hand towel, lifting one eyebrow in a 
teasing challenge.  He accepted.

As he lathered up the hand towel with a fresh charge of 
soap, she slowly lifted her hands and laced her fingers 
behind her neck, simulating the posture he had put her in 
on the dance floor.  She spread her feet as far apart as 
she could, bracing them against the walls on either side of 
the shower stall.  Her eyes never left his as she assumed 
this position.  When he nodded his satisfaction, that he 
was pleased, she blushed with a rush of pleasure, giddy as 
a schoolgirl.  

Sam was as thorough with her body as she was with his.  He 
did, however, take the opportunity to linger over her 
charms, almost to the point of obsession.  Her skin glowed 
with a hot fire as he moved from washing one area to the 
next.  It reflected the flames his ubiquitous touch ignited 
in her core.  When he finally stepped back, the last 
patches of soap scum circling slowly around the drain, she 
was literally shaking.  She had closed her eyes as he had 
washed her face and her eyes remained closed.

She heard the water shut off and felt the cool rush of 
outside air as the door to the shower opened.  A soft thick 
towel, compliments of the previous tenant, had been placed 
over the radiator.  She melted into its warmth as Sam dried 
her tingling body.  She notice he patted her skin to dry 
her, not rubbing as most males would have done.  She 
wondered where he had learned to do that, then realized it 
didn’t matter.  What mattered was that he cared enough to 
take the time to do it with her.

When he had dried her and had used another towel to wind up 
her long wet hair into a turban, he kissed her lightly on 
the forehead.  “Time to wake up!”  He gently released her 
interlaced fingers from behind her neck.

A small crack appeared in one tightly closed eye.  She 
caught him as he was staring at her tits.  She giggled and 
did a little shimmy for him, making the tips bounce 
provocatively.  With a playful slap on her flanks, he 
chased her back into the kitchen, where the coffee had long 
since finished brewing.  

Sitting at the table with him seemed the most natural thing 
to do.  Even being naked didn’t seem out of the ordinary.  
They kidded back and forth about unimportant things, both 
of the comfortable with the other. He didn’t apologize for 
the dark shade of the toast, but she could tell it bothered 
him.  There hadn’t been much else in the apartment suitable 
for breakfast.  She hadn’t bothered to stock the pantry.  
She hadn’t been expecting overnight guests.  He seemed 
pleased when she admitted that to him, for some reason.

It would have been a perfectly idyllic morning, but Sam 
suddenly farted.  This was not something he was accustomed 
to doing, even by himself. He had been reaching for his cup 
of coffee.  Karin had said something that struck him funny, 
and he had chuckled.  And then, ‘BLATTTTTT!’  Just like in 
the cartoons.  He was so surprised, he dropped the cup of 
coffee.  Which wouldn’t have been nearly as devastating, if 
he had only been wearing some clothing.  Hot fluid 
splashing on your thighs, heading for higher ground, is not 
a suave-inducing stimulus.  

Karin hadn’t recognized the sound of passing gas, but she 
would have undoubtedly identified it by smell in a short 
time.  She did, however, see the scalding hot coffee headed 
for her favorite recreational area.  She acted with 
instinct and self-preservation as she grabbed a pitcher of 
water and a towel.  She dumped the water over the areas of 
his legs where the coffee had landed, diluting the heat 
with a torrent of water.  Falling to her knees by his 
chair, she began to blot at his wet thighs with the towel, 
which was much too small to do any good.

She didn’t know when she recognized the telltale smell and 
then associated it with the rude sound that started the 
whole mess.  But she did, and, in spite of the eye-watering 
effects of the noxious gas, she started to giggle.  She 
snorted, actually, when she tried not to laugh at him.  

Afraid she had offended him by snorting, she looked up.  
His look of abject horror and embarrassment fueled her 
funny bone.  This time she just about blew a gasket trying 
to keep from laughing.  

Seeing she wasn’t totally grossed out, Sam began to laugh 
himself, at himself.  He didn’t realize that it was these 
little imperfections that endeared him to her.  Not that he 
should go around farting.  But he need a few chinks in that 
shining armor to make him seem human.

For Karin, it was nice to know he was human, after all.  
Although she had found that out earlier this morning when 
she had worn him out in bed.  Nothing she had done to or 
for him could get him hard again.  He had sheepishly 
admitted defeat and promised her, if she would only let him 
sleep that there would be more in the morning.  Karin had 
reluctantly given up her efforts to rouse him, and they had 
snuggled down into the disheveled bed for some rest.

”How do you feel?"

The question came during a lull in the laughter.  Its 
seriousness marked a change in the direction of the 
conversation.  She stopped and took a minute to do a quick 
self-assessment.  "Fine," she answered, somewhat surprised.  
"You were wonderful last night," she continued with a 
giggle.

"So were you."  He paused as he got serious.  "Karin, you 
seem to like your sex rough.  Just how rough can you take 
it?"  He still wasn’t convinced she was a rookie at this.  
That would just be too good to be true, and, as he had 
learned the hard way, there was usually something wrong 
with anything that looked that good.  He didn’t consider 
her marriage a problem.  It had never stopped him before.

"I don’t know,” she said hesitantly.  “I really have only 
tied myself up.  And once they tied me up and beat me in 
the basement.  They hurt me then.”  She looked up at him.  
It didn’t make any difference to her why she had felt and 
reacted as she had.  She had liked the rough sex with him, 
with her Sam, and she knew she wanted it again and again 
and again.  She answered his question as honestly as she 
could.  

“How rough do I like it?  If it is with you, as rough as 
you want.  I, uh, well, I trust you," she ended simply.  
She didn't say she loved him, but that was what she meant 
to say.  She thought she had better wait and see how things 
turned out.  Besides, this was all new to her, and on top 
of that, she was a married woman!

He thought about something for a moment, and she could tell 
this was the important question.  The one he had been 
tormented by in the shower.  Men were so funny.  Even with 
her limited experience, she could spot a nervous sweat.  
With a wry smile, she watched him squirm as he struggled 
with his question, shifting in his chair uneasily, clearing 
his throat, tugging at his earlobe.  Then he seemed to make 
up his mind.  She noticed the quickening of his pulse at 
that ticklish spot at the base of his neck.  Her tummy 
flip-flopped, not knowing what was coming next, but knowing 
she would do it without question and love it.

“Karin?  Do you - “

“Yes.”

He raised an amused eyebrow at her.  “May I finish?”

“I’m sorry.  I’ll listen.  But the answer is ‘Yes’ to 
whatever you want to ask me.”

“Thanks for the warning!”  He laughed, relaxing.  Once 
again, he posed the question.  “Do you want to continue?”

He didn’t have to specify what he meant.  She knew.  With 
her heart in her throat, she quietly answered, “Yes.”  
There was no doubt in her voice.

He was silent for a while, as if weighing the truthfulness 
of her answer.  Then he continued.  “If we continue, you 
will only have one more chance to stop.  After that, I will 
decide what, how much and how long.  In addition, you will 
address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ at all times.  Is that 
clear?”

“Yes.”

He waited, looking at her expectantly.

“Oh!  Yes, sir!”

“That will cost you.  All lapses of obedience will be dealt 
with harshly.”  He stopped for a moment.  “Karin, from this 
point on this is not a game.  Up to now, we’ve both been 
dancing around.  We’ve had some fun, a few laughs, and, if 
I’m not mistaken, we’ve both enjoyed it.  However, if you 
take this next step, go with me to the next level, I will 
expect you to obey me without hesitation.  I will do to you 
and with you what pleases me.  You will not climax unless I 
specifically permit it, regardless of the situation.  Do 
you understand?”

Karin sat quite still, her eyes wide.  He was describing 
something she had never even fantasized possible.  Heaven.  
Two tears leaked from her eyes and headed towards her chin.  
From the crestfallen look on his face, it was clear he 
misunderstood.

“Sir?  May I speak?”  Her voice was tiny.

“Yes.”

“What you are describing; I would be your slave, Sir?  A 
sex-slave, or something?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”  She paused, thinking.  “Sir?  May I ask for one 
favor?  Please?”

“It would be unusual for a Master to grant conditions.  But 
let’s hear it.”

“I have a fantasy, Sir, this recurring picture in my head, 
of being tied up in a certain way.  If I describe it to 
you, do you think you could, you know….?  Please, Sir?”  
She was quivering.  It was hard for her to admit her 
deepest secrets, even to him.

His outburst of deep laughter startled her.  "OK, Karin.  
Pack an overnight case.  You can tell me in the car."

It was not a question or statement.  It was a command from 
her..., her..., her what?  Her lover?  Her friend?  Her 
Master?  She didn’t know what the relationship was becoming 
but she did not even think of hesitating or questioning his 
absolute authority or his intentions.  She packed a small 
bag, with very few clothes.  Her cunt was really wet now.

While she was packing, Sam straightened the apartment.  He 
readjusted the lights, moved the heavy chair back to where 
it had been originally.  He also put all the toys he had 
used away.  The only item he kept was the corded whip.  It 
had proven very effective and he wanted to keep it.  He 
also retrieved a bag from his car parked in the garage 
downstairs.  He had about $175,000 in cash, his prize money 
from last night.  He didn’t want to take it with him or 
leave it in the car.  The banks, even his, was closed.  He 
found a loose seam in the couch and stuffed the bundles of 
money in between the springs.  He pulled the fabric back in 
place and surveyed his work.  Not bad, but it wouldn’t last 
if the couch were moved.  But it shouldn’t have to hold up 
for long.  Just a few days.  

An hour later, after a telephone call to his secretary, and 
a quick fuck with her leaning over the back of the leather 
chair, they were on the road in his car.  She sat as close 
to him as she could get, curled with her feet drawn up 
under her on the seat.  His arm was draped across the back 
of the seat and she had her head resting on his chest.  She 
was contented to let him take her wherever he wanted.  
Occasionally she would slip a teasing finger in under his 
shirt to twirl the hair on his chest.  He smiled to himself 
as he drove, his Cheshire grin inflaming her passion.

They had traveled for about two hours, out of the city, 
through the endless suburbs, until they were winding up 
into the mountains of a neighboring state.  He pulled off 
the road onto a graveled road and then onto a narrow dirt 
path, the ruts bouncing them around his car as he hurried 
to get it out of sight and into the cleverly camouflaged 
parking area.  The car could not be seen unless you were 
standing right behind it.  Even a view from the sky was 
blocked.

Stopping the car, he tilted her head up to his and kissed 
her. 

"We walk from here."  Again, it was a command.

He got her bag from the back and helped her out of the car.

"Stop.  Turn around."

She did as he commanded.

Taking a length of cord from the trunk, he walked up behind 
her.  Pulling her wrists behind her back, he looped the 
cord around them.  He pulled the rope tight, and it dug 
into her skin.  This would leave marks before too long.  

Next, another cord was looped around her elbows.  It, too, 
was pulled tight.  Her elbows came together in the middle 
of her back until they were touching.  The discomfort this 
caused her was incredible.  Her position pushed her tits 
out in front of her, her erect nipples just exposed over 
the top of the low-cut shirt he had told her to wear.  

Sam had only allowed her to wear the small cotton tank top, 
a pair of cut-off shorts and the 5” high-heels from last 
night.  He had modified her shorts so that they were 
obscene.  When he was done trimming the fabric, only the 
fat central seam was remaining to run between her thighs 
and that rode up tightly into her slit.  The sides and back 
of the shorts were cut high, too, so that both her ass 
cheeks were glaringly exposed.  

She felt little or no embarrassment being dressed as she 
was.  Because this was what he wanted.  She would have gone 
to the opera dressed like this.

The cord tied around her elbows was next looped around her 
neck.  He tied a slipknot in the cord and pulled the loop 
tight.  Her eyes opened wide at that, real fear visible in 
them.  Holding on to the end of the cord like a leash, he 
started walking up the trail.  He tugged on the cord 
firmly, urging her to follow.  The slipknot cinched up 
tight against her windpipe and she lurched after him.

"Don't trip and fall," was all he said.

That was going to be easier said than done.  Still 
struggling for breath, she tried hard to focus on the rough 
terrain of the narrow trail he was taking.  It was not used 
very much, and was occasionally crossed with thick roots 
and fallen branches.  Somehow she managed not to strangle 
herself as they climbed up the side of the mountain for 
about an hour.  At last they approached a sturdy cabin set 
up against a cliff.

He stopped in front of the door and worked the huge lock.  
The smooth click told her it was obviously in good working 
order.  He hadn’t pulled her after him so she stayed right 
where she was as he carried the bags into the cabin.  He 
was inside for some time.  She waited, strangely calm, 
given the circumstances.  She looked up as he came out the 
door and walked back to where she was standing.  He seemed 
pleased that she hadn’t moved but didn’t comment on it.  He 
bent slightly and kissed her on the lips.  

"Karin.  Listen to me very carefully.  This is your last 
chance to back out.  After this, I won't ask you again nor 
will I listen to your pleas for mercy.  And you will plead 
for mercy, believe me.  So, are you in or are you out?"

She looked him deeply in the eye.  Stunned at the intensity 
of the emotions she saw there, she turned to look out over 
the scenic vista at the front of the mountain cabin.  She 
turned back to her lover.

"I’m in."

He smiled at her and kissed her tenderly.  As he kissed 
her, he undid the snap of her cut-offs and slowly, 
teasingly unzipped them.  She wiggled her hips impatiently 
to help him and the obscenely cut shorts fell to the ground 
around her feet.  She stepped out of them and kicked them 
away from her, naked from the waist down but for her shoes.

She felt the cold steel of a hunting knife sliding along 
the skin between her breasts.  In her forced posture, the 
stressed fabric of her shirt stretched between the two huge 
mounds.  It was cut like butter by the razor sharp knife.  
In seconds, she stood nude in front of him.

He stabbed the big knife into a log on the side of the 
cabin several feet above her head.  Pulling on the cord 
around her neck, he forced her to stand with her face 
pressed up against the rough logs.  He tied the cord from 
around her neck to the handle of the knife.

He had retrieved some more rope and a couple of tent stakes 
when he had gone into the cabin.  He pounded the stakes 
into the ground, one to each side of her, and tightly tied 
her feet so that they were spread far apart.  She was 
forced to stand on the very tips of the toes of her high 
heels and the strain in her calves made them stand out even 
more than the high heels did.

"You can scream up here and no one will hear you..."

She had wondered why he had not gagged her.  He seemed to 
enjoy her helplessness to communicate with him.

"...but then I'd have to listen to you caterwauling, so 
we'll just put this in here for now," he continued, as he 
shoved a large phallic gag into her mouth.  Two straps 
around her head secured it deep within her mouth.

He threaded a cord between her body and the wall.  Pulling 
the cord up under her tits, he looped the cord over and 
around them in a figure ‘8’, then pulled it tight.  The 
thin cord bit into the soft pliant tit flesh.  The large 
orbs stood out even more than they normally would as they 
were pulled and smashed against each other.  He tied the 
ends of that cord behind her neck.  Any backward motion by 
her head pulled the rope tighter.  The slipknot he tied 
there would slowly strangle her tits off her chest.

His finger ran down her ass crack to explore her asshole.  
She began to moan with arousal and tried to hump back onto 
the inquisitive finger.  Reaching farther around under her, 
he found her sopping slit.  Putting two of his large 
fingers together, he jammed them upwards and buried them up 
to the palm of his hand.  The suddenness of the assault 
took her breath away.  He started roughly sawing them in 
and out until her body began to respond to the crudely 
erotic actions.  

Seeing the response he was waiting for, he stepped back 
from her and exposed his ramrod-hard prick.  Quickly, he 
jammed his cock into her steamy twat.  He got about six 
inches buried into her and had to move in and under her to 
shove in the last four.  Each thrust lifted her up off her 
toes and mashed her tits into the rough exterior of the log 
cabin wall.  The logs she was smashed up against were 
placed just right so that by chance her stiffened nipples 
began to work their way insidiously into the crack formed 
by two of the logs.  As he continued to fuck into her, her 
nipples began to swell even larger and stiffer from the 
arousal of the fucking and his rough treatment of her.  

Each ramming thrust pounded her tits into the wall, shoving 
her pliable breasts further and further into the crack.  
Eventually, her nipples became firmly embedded in the 
narrow crevasse between the upper and lower logs, held fast 
by their swollen state.  

He shifted suddenly, throwing his hips from side to side 
while he was buried to the hilt in her steaming cunt.  This 
side-to-side motion amplified itself as her upper her upper 
body was whipsawed back and forth.  Her elongated nipples 
slid along the narrowing crack, pinching them in tighter, 
even without the increased swelling.   

Given the rough hewn logs that made up the cabin, it was 
not surprising that the sharp point of a huge sliver jammed 
into the side of one of her nipples, skewering it clear 
through on one of his more forceful thrusts into her cunt.  
This painful situation, unintended by him, set of fireworks 
of pain and, strangely, pleasure in her body.  She shook 
violently as she climaxed for the first time at the cabin.  
Her cunt squeezed tightly around his cock as she came.  
Grunting franticly through her gag, she urged him to fuck 
her faster and harder.  

He plowed into her clasping pussy harder and faster, racing 
toward his own finish.  Panting and jerking, his cock 
spewed his slippery cum deep into her pussy.  Once, twice, 
three, four times his cum squirted into her.  He couldn't 
believe it when his prick caught a second wind and poured 
another three spurts into her milking cunt.  

"Shit!  This girl is special, all right.  My prick is still 
stiff," he thought in amazement.

He pulled out of her and stuffed his prick back into his 
pants.  She remained hanging on the wall for a few painful 
seconds.  Her feet no longer were in contact with the 
ground.  She was being help up only by her pinched, and now 
terribly stretched, nipples.  When they did finally pull 
free of the grasp of the logs, the large sliver broke off 
the log and remained skewered through her nipple, looking 
like a small harpoon through a tiny rosy whale.  The pain 
of her tortured, stretched flesh flashed straight through 
to her brain, blossoming into a fireball.  

As she passed out from the sudden pain, her knees gave way.  
She slumped towards the ground, strangling herself on the 
cord around her neck.  Re-acting quickly, he caught her up 
under her arms and raised her up, propping her against the 
wall.  Reaching up, he pulled the knife out of the wall and 
loosened the cord that was tight around her neck.  He used 
the knife to slash at the ropes binding her ankles to the 
tent stakes.  He quickly picked her up and tossed her like 
a limp doll over his shoulder.  He carried her like that 
into the cabin and laid her gently on the bed.

That was when he first noticed the small trickle of dried 
blood that had run down over her breast when the sliver 
impaled her nipple.  Grimacing at the unintended pain she 
had felt, he carefully leaned over and licked the blood 
away.  Then he gently cleaned the wound, but left the large 
wooden sliver in place.  

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