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 4

first posted 4/97, major revision 12/98

They both were still for a while, recuperating from the 
intensity of the initial orgasms.  But there was a long 
night ahead of them.  He still had a lot of frustrations to 
work out.  Jerking Karin’s hungry mouth up off his prick by 
her long blonde hair, Sam stood up suddenly.  Without his 
solid prick for support, she collapsed in a lovely heap on 
the floor.  Even as she oozed over onto her side, she was 
graceful and alluring.  He gazed at her loveliness for a 
moment, marveling once more at her beauty.  

Then, leaning over her, he reached down and helped her to 
her shaky feet.  She still had on the dark thigh-high 
stockings and her high heels.  She swayed unsteadily back 
and forth, finally leaning heavily into him, resting her 
head on his broad chest.  They stayed like that for several 
moments, he smelling the delicate fragrance of her hair, 
she listening to the steady beat of his heart.  

They could have ended the kinky activities right then and 
just gone into her bedroom and fucked the rest the night 
and into the next day.  Or into the next week.  He had no 
doubt he would be able to rise to the occasion repeatedly 
with this incredible woman simply because she was lying 
beside him.  He had cum in her mouth twice, and more 
importantly, he had stilled the most urgent of the dark 
desires.  The urges surged up within him without warning, 
as they had when he had spied her by the pool those many 
weeks ago.  They could only be still by the little sex 
games they had played so far this evening.  

Contrary to Bruce’s opinion, he was not a mean bastard.  He 
did not hurt women just to cause pain.  In fact, every 
woman he had ever tied up, spanked, or whipped knew exactly 
what was going to happen before it happened and each one 
had the opportunity to refuse.  Very few ever had refused 
him.  A very young Sam had learned from an older lover that 
pain, for some women, could enhance their sexual enjoyment.  
This wizened lover had taught him to watch for the signs of 
a woman’s arousal and of other signs when her limits were 
reached.  Since they had gone their separate ways, he had 
learned of other signs that told of a limit that could be 
stretched, or of a desire for more.  

This vixen he had secured for tonight had no limits he 
could detect.  She incited his bloodlust as no partner ever 
had before.  He wanted to push her, to find the edges that 
defined this creature.  He wanted to give her as much 
pleasure – and pain – as she could bear.  From his past 
experiences, he knew this Karin Saunders was a rare find.

Moving her off his chest and into the crook of his strong 
right arm to hold her up, he led her over to a heavy 
leather upholstered chair he had positioned in another part 
of the room.  He turned her to face away from him and then 
moved carefully forward, forcing her to move with him until 
the arm of the chair pressed into the front of her thighs.  
He pushed on her smooth shoulders and bent her over the arm 
of the chair.  This put her ass at just the right height 
for ramming his cock in either of the orifices she offered 
up in that position.  He told her to stay still, not to 
move.

He walked over to the wall and flipped two light switches.  
The first plunged the room into darkness, turning out the 
single spotlight.  The second turned on a spotlight he had 
adjusted to illuminate the heavy leather chair.  The 
lighting was dramatic, but so much stimulation came from 
the visual senses.  

He stepped back to her and admired her standing there, bent 
over the chair.  He ran his hand over the still glowing 
cheeks of her smooth ass.  If he had read about this in a 
story in a sex newsgroup, he wouldn’t have believed it was 
realistic, but the fact was he was getting hard again.  
This was highly unusual for him.  Hell, it was unusual for 
any male outside of erotic fiction.  

Taking advantage of her obedience at holding her pose, he 
finished undressing.  He stopped to admire and touch 
lightly the beauty before him twice more before he was 
completely nude.  Bent over the arm of the chair, her large 
tits were mashed into the rough leather upholstery of the 
seat.  Her feet were spread wide at his insistence, opening 
her up, inviting him to plunder her treasures that she 
willingly exposed to his view.  Her hands, still bound, 
pressed into the small of her back.  Her head was turned to 
the side, allowing her to breathe.  Her eyes were closed 
tightly in anticipation of his next action.  

Padding barefoot into the kitchen, he quickly found three 
dishtowels neatly folded in a cupboard.  Returning to the 
form bent over the chair, he tied one trim ankle to back 
leg of the heavy chair with one of the small towels.  
Spreading her legs about 6 inches wider than they were, he 
then secured the other ankle to the front leg of the chair.  

He met with no resistance from her during all of this.  She 
complied with his slightest indication or touch.  When he 
wanted her to move her foot, all it took was the slightest 
pressure in the direction he wished her to move.  He ran 
his hands up the outside of her legs, lingering over the 
soft curves, marveling at their firmness and tone.  

He paused again when his hands reached her hips.  He could 
still feel the heat radiating from her pink cheeks.  He 
traced with his fingertip the criss-crossed lines the 
leather belt had left on her unblemished skin.  He noticed 
there were no marks from prior beatings or spankings.  
Usually, some untrained dominant would get too excited, 
swing too hard, and break the skin.  It always left a small 
mark, sometimes imperceptible.  

He looked closer, his grazing fingertip following and 
caressing the areas examined by his eyes.  When he had 
examined her ass, he kneeled down and examined the backs of 
her thighs, knees and calves.  The skin in this area was so 
soft and could be pulled tight by being bent over, as she 
was now.  It could easily be damaged if one was not 
extremely careful.  Again he found no marks.  His 
excitement at the prospect of truly having a novice was 
building.  That would be just too good to be true.  It was 
a special thrill – as well as a privilege and tremendous 
responsibility – to break in a novice.  He stood up and 
moved behind her to continue his examination of her arched 
back.  He leaned over her, pressing his swelling cock into 
the crack of her taut ass.  This exam also revealed no 
marks or scars.  It was truly amazing.

He kneeled down in front of the chair and caressed her 
mussed hair.  She moved her head to facilitate, turning her 
face towards him.  She lazily opened her eyes and slowly 
focused on his face.  She had felt it in his caresses, now 
she could see the blazing excitement in his eyes.  But 
there was more there, too.  There was a battle with a 
darkness waging within him.  He needed to exorcise that 
darkness, or learn to control it, before it completely took 
him over.  Before he could speak, she simply said, “More?  
Please?”

He leaned over and gently kissed her sweaty cheek.  He took 
the third towel and gagged her securely.  She opened her 
mouth at his command and he filled it with the knot he had 
tied in the center of the towel.  It took some shoving but 
it was finally behind her teeth.  Without being told she 
turned her head away from him and pointed her chin down so 
he could tie the towel firmly behind her neck.  He swept 
her hair up off her neck and tied the two ends of the towel 
tightly.  His fingers lingered over the soft hairs at the 
back of her neck.  She was so frail, so fragile, so 
trusting.  He almost stopped as he toyed with those fine 
hairs, but steeled himself to play out at least the rest of 
the night.  Let tomorrow take care of tomorrow.  He shook 
himself.  He was already thinking of tomorrow, the future.  
This was some scary bitch!

Finally, he untied her hands and retied them together in 
front of her, extended over her head.  Using the long free 
end of his tie, he pulled her hands and arms up and over 
the other arm of the chair.  He fastened the tie to the 
front leg of the chair.  Tying her arms like that levered 
her head up and brought her torso parallel to the seat 
cushion.  Her tits lifted up off the leather seat cushion.  
They swung freely, the sensitive nipples just grazing the 
coarse leather, sending waves of pleasure coursing through 
her body.  Each wave ended at her cunt.

He kneeled down in front of the chair again.  She turned 
her head to look at him.  Her eyes were shining brightly.  
His long and tender examination of her ass, thighs and back 
had aroused her to a fever pitch.  She was ready to explode 
at his first touch.  

"Are you ready for your real punishment now, Karin?"  His 
voice was steady, betraying his intense arousal.  

She nodded hesitantly, unsure what he meant by her ‘real’ 
punishment.  She had thought the spanking she had just 
received was real enough.  But she was willing to trust 
this handsome stranger.  Besides, she wasn’t really in a 
position to object.

"Are you sure, Karin?  If you’ve had enough, we can stop."  
He had thought he detected a bit of hesitation.  Best to be 
sure.

She gave him a confirming nod, no hesitation this time.

Returning to the straight-backed wooden chair he used 
originally, he retrieved his belt.  As he slowly walked 
back to the trussed woman, he admired once more the perfect 
curves of this woman.  She was tensed, eager for him to 
continue, to vent his rage on her virgin flesh.

Swinging the belt back, he brought the smooth leather hide 
forcefully into contact with her right thigh, just above 
the back of the knee.  Her eyes flew open with the 
unexpectedness of this sudden and very painful attack.  The 
non-sexual pain seared up her leg, past her cunt and drove 
deep into her belly, forming a knot she couldn’t breathe 
around.  She felt as if she would vomit from the intensity 
of the pain.  The next stroke was placed just above the 
last.  She began thrashing about in panic, fear and her 
natural flight instinct eradicating all vestiges of sensual 
pleasure from her body.

Her gag kept her constant screaming to a quiet murmur.  He 
ignored her panicked jerking and worked up her right thigh 
until the hard, fast blows were just below her cunt lips.  
The pain so close to her sexual core began to arouse her 
again.  Groaning in disbelief at her body’s betrayal of her 
once again, she rolled her hips sensuously, rubbing her 
mound against the arm of the chair, seeking additional 
stimulation for her trembling clit.

Just as she was about to leap into a tremendous cum, he 
began on the other leg, starting just above her knee, 
working the lashes slowly up to just below her ass.  The 
effect this time was the same as before.  The overwhelming 
pain from the savage blows to the back of her knee 
effectively blocked her pending orgasm.  Then, as he worked 
his way higher on her leg, that arousal returned, stronger 
than before.  This time it seemed to be doubled, and she 
trembled excitedly as she waited for the next blow to take 
her over the edge of the climactic abyss.

He stopped for a moment to assess the effects of the 
beating.  The backs of her widespread legs glowed with a 
deep inner fire.  Because she was bent over and her leg 
muscles were stretched tight, he knew she would feel this 
whipping for several days.  

But he also noticed the cunt juice leaking – hell, flowing 
down her legs.  Bending down he placed his nose just 
against her anus.  He could feel the vibrations in his nose 
as she began screaming at his first light touch.  Licking 
out with his tongue, he cleaned up her salty musky legs.  
Kneeling up under her crotch, he tilted his head to fit his 
mouth to her cunt and sucked as much of her into his mouth 
as he could.  She continued to cream into his mouth and 
scream into the towel.  

The different stimuli he was giving her body were too much 
for her to take.  She was torn between the pain and the 
pleasure.  The one was so good, but the other made that one 
even better.  She knew he would hurt her again.  She wanted 
him to hurt her.  Somehow, she was beginning to understand 
she needed to receive it as much as he needed to give it.  
But he was so gentle in between it drove her crazy.  His 
slightest touch and she would violently orgasm in a sexual 
release she had never dreamed possible.  The difference 
between the two sides to his lovemaking made her enjoy each 
of them more.  She had lost track of the number of her 
orgasms.  It felt as if she had not stopped coming since 
she stepped out of the elevator and saw him standing there 
like a shy schoolboy.

His tongue left her twat and slid along her crack to visit 
her ass hole.  He palmed her rosy ass cheeks and placed his 
thumbs next to the tight rosebud.  With a firm pressure, he 
spread her open in an obscene invitation to come and visit.  
She could barely move, but she made the effort to thrust 
her exposed bunghole out to him.  He felt her backward 
pressure and grinned to himself.  She was a greedy bitch, 
and he meant that in the nicest way possible.  

Pushing lightly, he got an inch of his tongue into her past 
her sphincter.  Slowly sawing in and out, he massaged the 
ass muscle with his thick tongue.  New thrills chased up 
her spine at this novel invasion.  She reached a new level 
of excitation and expectation.  There was no thought in her 
mind to stopping.  She would accept whatever he wanted to 
do to her.

Sensing her heightened excitement, he left his butt 
burrowing. He stood and moved to position himself next to 
her.  Her arched back presented a perfect target for 
whipping.  He started beating her high on her smooth back, 
up next to her shoulders.  He used a figure ‘8’ stroke, 
criss-crossing his strokes all the way down her back to the 
beginning swell of her ass cheeks.  His strokes were firm 
and forceful, but not excessive.  He wanted to carry her 
forward, past all her reservations about pain and pleasure.  
This beating was not intended to stop her orgasm 
altogether, but rather to delay it until every fiber of her 
body would be suffused with sexual energy.  

Karin writhed in glorious agony with the pain of the 
beating and the emptiness of her cunt and ass hole.  She 
was not sure which pain is greater.  And these sensations 
melded with her growing need to cum.  The burning need in 
her loins, not just from the emptiness, but from the need 
to be filled, to be used, to cramp every muscle around a 
hot throbbing shaft of male flesh.  All these sensations 
collided in her inexperienced mind and blossomed into a 
full-blown craving.  She started grunting rhythmically, in 
time to the tattoo of the belt on her back

As the lashes approached her ass, the anticipation of him 
striking her there became unbearable.  She swayed her hips 
back and forth, trying to seduce him into diverting the 
next blow, then the next, then the next.

Without warning, he leaned over and began to lash her so 
that the thick end of the belt reached around her side and 
smacked the tender sides of her swollen tits.  First on one 
side and then the other.  The surprise, the pain, and the 
glorious sensations shot from the tips of her swollen orbs 
directly to her clit.  She began to cum, hard and long, 
without breaks.  She took off like a rocket and never 
looked back.

After several deliberate measured direct hits on her 
nipples, her system reached the extent of its capability.  
Her skyrocketing orgasm short-circuited her brain and she 
swooned, collapsing in her bonds onto the arms of the 
chair.  He saw his young victim faint in the chair and 
stopped whipping her.  

For long moments he stood beside her, amazed at her 
endurance.  When his breathing evened out he moved around 
behind her, between her legs.  He placed the head of his 
cock at the entrance of her vagina.  He held there, not 
moving, almost in reverence.  With a single lunge, he 
shoved all ten inches of his re-hardened cock into her 
sopping tunnel.  He fucked her with a slow movement in and 
out, pulling out until only the engorged head remained 
embedded inside of her.  Gradually, she regained her 
senses, thrilling to the novel fullness of his cock moving 
inside her.  She urged him as best she could to a faster 
fucking pace with her limited hip movements, rotating and 
twisting as much as her bonds would allow.

"So, you're back with the living?"

An enthusiastic nod 'yes.'

"Good.  I wouldn't want you to miss this next part."

He pulled himself out of her, much to her dismay.  She 
tried to look back at him, her eyes tearing in sadness.  
Positioning his cock head at her rear portal, he slowly 
pushed forward.  He grabbed a creamy ass cheek in each hand 
and pulled them apart as far as he could.  She screamed 
into her gag.  The fat head of his cock pushed hard against 
the straining sphincter, splitting it wider and wider.  She 
thought she would be ripped apart.  The pain was intense, 
worse than anything she had ever felt before, including the 
rape with the plunger.  

Frantic thoughts ripped through her mind.  "He is too big!  
He will tear me up!  NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"

The head of his iron hard cock suddenly plopped past the 
courageous, but over-matched involuntary muscle of her 
asshole.  He stopped pushing as soon as it breached that 
bottleneck to give her a chance to accommodate to his size.  
The pain in her butt eased slightly and she was able to 
catch her breath.  The telephone pole in her rectum was 
huge, but slowly her anal tissues stretched out and 
relaxed.  The pain was replaced by an oddly pleasant 
feeling of being stuffed in the nastiest way possible.  She 
blushed at this new betrayal of her untried body, closing 
her eyes as the erotic feelings took possession of her.

He felt her tensions drain and slid forwards another inch, 
burying more of himself into her.  She gasped at this new 
invasion, but shoved her ass back up against him as best 
she could, wanting more.  He accommodated her wishes.  
Still more of the hard cock slid up her poop chute until 
finally, she felt his balls lightly swinging against her 
cunt.  

"I'm in."

His statement was one of amazed fact.  She nodded her head.

"It's tight.  Your ass is so fucking tight.  It's the 
absolute best!"

He slowly began to pump in and out.  She helped him as much 
as she could.  Normally, on the two or three occasions in 
his entire life he had gotten it up more than twice, he had 
lasted almost an hour before he blasted off the third time.  
Never had he gone four times in one evening, and the 
evening was still young.  But this time, because of the 
vice-tight grip of her ass hole, he felt himself peaking 
after only 15 or so strokes.  

Feeling the inevitability of his eruption, he drove himself 
quickly to conclusion.  As he blasted off, he buried as 
much of his cock in her ass as he could, squirting his 
juice deep into her bowels.  He fell forward onto her 
striped back.  His prick deflated and slithered out of the 
previously virgin hole with a soft kissing sound.  His 
white cum leaked out for a little while until her sphincter 
reinstated its tight seal on the contents of her rectum.

Sam shook himself.  He went into her bathroom, and looked 
through the medicine cabinet until he found the things he 
was seeking.  He carried them back into the living room, 
where he poured some lotion into his hands to warm it up.  
With her still bound to the chair he began rubbing the 
healing and soothing lotion into her legs, her back and her 
fuckable ass.  Last, he reached under her and gently 
massaged her heaving tits with the soothing lotion.  

He untied her legs and removed the gag.  Leaving her hands 
still tied in front of her, he loosened the tie from the 
leg of the chair and helped her to her feet.  Placing her 
bound arms around his neck, her tied wrists behind his 
neck, he gently lifted and carried her into the bedroom.  

He laid her down on the four poster canopied bed, then 
stood and surveyed his surroundings.  She caught his 
attention and held her hands out and up to him, silently 
asking if they were to be untied.  He checked the bonds to 
determine if they were cutting off the blood or chaffing 
her wrists.  Seeing that they were not too tight, he smiled 
and shook his head at her.  Her eyes got wide as she 
realized there was more in store for her that night.  She 
closed her eyes and relaxed into his will.  He smiled at 
her surrender, but she didn’t see it.

He took her hands and raised them over her head.  He tied 
them with the loose end of his now wrinkled tie to the 
headboard of her bed.  She was again fully exposed to his 
whims.  His hands teased and caressed her straining 
breasts.  Flicking her swollen nipples sharply, he held up 
several clothespins, squeezing one open and letting it snap 
shut.  Her eyes flew open at the unfamiliar, but ominous 
sound.

"Ready for round two?" he asked her wickedly.  He already 
knew her answer

Her eyes opened wide with realization that she had finally 
met a man who could fulfill all of her fantasies ... and 
more.  She groaned as he got up from beside her.  She 
watched him silently as he wandered around her room.  He 
made a motion as if to open her dresser drawers, but looked 
to her for permission before he actually explored her 
personal items.  She nodded it was OK, an amused expression 
on her face.

When he finished with her dresser, he searched through her 
bedside nightstand drawers, not sure what he was looking 
for or what he would find.  He was still learning about 
this bewitching girl on the bed.  To his surprise, he found 
a couple of vibrating dildos.  Eight and ten inches of 
solid shaking rubber.  

Holding them up to her, he grinned.  "Isn’t one enough for 
you?"  

She blushed, even though she knew he was teasing.  "I just 
got them this week.  I, uh, I just wanted to have 
something, uh, well, uh, I though I needed....”  She 
changed her track.  “The lady at the store said to use one 
at a time.  Since I didn’t know what size I liked, she gave 
me a couple of different sizes that she liked.  She said 
that way I could have variety.  But I haven't used them, 
yet.  Honest!"  She blushed a deeper red at that admission.

"Well, we'll have to try some variety, too."

He went to her dresser and retrieved two long scarves he 
had seen there.  They were expensive, but he would replace 
them later.  Fastening one to each of her ankles, he 
secured her wide spread legs to the end posts of the bed.  
Taking a pillow, he shoved it under her ass, elevating her 
blonde muff and further exposing her cunt.  She watched him 
silently, her pounding heart jiggling her tits with each 
pulse.  Her breathing had settled down, but the 
anticipation was building in her.  

He picked up the black 10-inch dildo and brought it up 
close to her cunt.  Turning it on he rubbed the realistic 
head over her clit.

"AAAAAHHHHHH  SHIT!  OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!!!"

Her head snapped back into the mattress as the electrifying 
sensations coursed through her body.  Her juices began to 
flow again, lubricating her cunt walls.  Pushing the 
realistic cock head lower and in, he inserted the dildo 
completely up her snatch.  The vibrator was still on.  The 
unfamiliar vibrations focused all her feelings in her 
loins.  With her eyes closed and her head rolling around, 
she didn't see him pick up the second rubber prick until he 
placed the head to her lips.  

"Suck it good, Karin. Get it good and wet."

She opened her mouth obediently and swallowed the hunk of 
rubber as far as she could, making a gagging sound as it 
hit the back of her throat.  It was smaller than his cock, 
but this was stiff and unforgiving.  It was harder to get 
down her throat at this angle, too.  But she did manage it.  
Shoving it in and out a couple of times, he pulled it out 
and put the tip against her anal sphincter.  

"How's this for variety?" he asked her as he shoved the 
smooth sided vibrator up her ass.

Since she was already stretched out from his thumb and his 
cock, the spit-lubed rubber prick slid all the way home 
with no discomfort.  With a twinkle in his smiling eyes he 
turned this one on as well and turned to leave the room.

With tension growing rapidly in her assailed genital area, 
she watched him leave her room.  The clothespins were lying 
there on the bed beside her.  They were the new ones with 
tight springs.  She had just bought them last week and 
hadn't even used them.  What they would do to her if he 
used them she couldn't imagine, but just thinking about the 
squeezing pain made her nipples stand stiff and erect.  
They were swollen with the sudden surge of adrenaline 
pumped blood.  The constant vibrations dominating her 
nether region were building to a tantalizing promise of 
orgasmic release, but without direct stimulation to her 
clit she knew she couldn't climax.  The way he had tied her 
left her no way to touch, rub, wiggle, or roll.  She 
started to moan in glorious agony and laid back to enjoy 
the tortuous ride that this mysterious man was taking her 
on.

Several minutes passed.  She heard him in the other parts 
of her apartment, opening and closing drawers and cupboard 
doors.  Sometimes he would give a wicked chuckle as he 
found something in the kitchen or the other room that 
tickled his fancy.  She shuddered at what was in store for 
her.

"Miss me?" he smirked as he stood over her in the darkened 
bedroom.  She jumped, surprised at his nearness.  She had 
drifted off into her own world of tormented bliss and had 
not heard him come in.  He was holding his hands behind his 
back.  He knelt down and placed the items he had discovered 
on the floor, out of her sight.  Leaning over her, he 
kissed her tenderly, passionately on the lips.  He broke 
off with difficulty.

Looking directly into her blue eyes, he asked, "Do you want 
to go on?  The rest will be painful, but rewarding.  I 
think it will be a new experience for you".  

She smiled at his comment.  “This has all been a new 
experience for me.”

“I thought as much.  Maybe you want to take it easy your 
first time, save some for later?”

She was quiet for a minute.  Actually, there was no 
decision for her to make, as she would rather die than stop 
now.  It was just getting good, though her sanity did rebel 
a little at the ‘this will be painful’ part.  But a minor 
orgasmic spasm was passing through her at the moment, and 
she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.  

But there was one question she had, one lingering doubt.  
“Are you doing this just for me, or will you enjoy it, 
too?”

The question caught him off guard.  He had never had one of 
his partners ask that question before.  He laughed 
spontaneously before he could stop.  “Oh, yes, Mrs. 
Saunders.  I’m going to enjoy this.  A lot!”

She tilted her head as if filtering out the truth from the 
levity.  Satisfied with what she had heard, she simply 
said, "Do it."

He kissed her, harder this time, more of his own urgency in 
evidence.  He was careful not to touch her anywhere where 
she might receive that critical additional stimulation to 
push her over the edge.  She groaned in anguish and 
frustration as he stood up, his large prick standing at 
half-mast.  She opened her mouth in a tight ‘O’ and 
strained her neck as she invited him to satisfy himself 
there.  He laughed at her obvious attempts to divert him 
and then again at her little-girl pout when she was found 
out.

He busied himself around her bed.  First three long lengths 
of strong string were threaded up over the canopy rods of 
the four-poster bed and pulled back down so that the ends 
were resting on the mattress.  Next, a two-inch rubber ball 
was produced.  

"Open wide," he commanded.  

Meekly, but with a growing anticipation and a bit of fear, 
she obeyed.  She opened her mouth wide until he could force 
the ball into her mouth.  The firm rubber of the ball 
stretched her jaws wide.  He pulled out a roll of duct tape 
and wrapped the tape over the ball in her mouth, sealing it 
in her mouth.  He then completely circled around her head 
with the tape twice.  It was clearly overkill, but the 
psychological feeling of the tape across her cheeks filled 
her with dread.  That’s what he was after.  He wanted her 
to feel her helplessness flavored by a good dose of fear, 
terror, and panic.  She could breathe only through her 
nose.

Before continuing, he waited for her breathing to settle 
down.  He knew what she was feeling.  He wanted her to.  
But he wanted her to submit to him, trust him, even in her 
terror.  He sat by her side and caressed the soft skin of 
her cheek above and below the duct tape.  Slowly the 
wildness, the terror drained from her eyes.  This was all 
so new, so demanding of her trust.  It was what she had 
dreamed of, wished and prayed for, but now that it was 
here, it was almost too much for her.  

Closing her eyes she fought for control of her emotions.  
But the darkness behind her eyes amplified her terror.  Her 
tear-filled eyes flew open and she reached out with her 
eyes to her knight in shining armor.  That he was the one 
who had placed her in this situation was irrelevant to her 
at that moment of her need.  He brought up his hands and 
caught the single tear as it trickled down the side of her 
face.  He raised his finger to his lips and kissed the tear 
away.  He did the same when a tear escaped from her other 
eye.  That simple act began to breakdown her terror, to let 
her surrender her trust to him.  He continued stroking her 
face, making reassuring sounds to her, staring into her 
eyes until he could see her total submission to his will.  

She was ready.

Leaning over her prone spread-eagled body, he brought his 
mouth to her nearest tit.  Capturing the somnolent nipple 
between his teeth, he chewed on the nub lightly.  Then he 
sucked as much of the soft flesh into his mouth as he 
could.  There was much of the huge mammary remaining 
outside his ravenous mouth.  

Bringing both hands into play, he cupped them around the 
base of her breast and squeezed, forcing the nipple even 
farther into his mouth so that it bumped up against his 
tonsils.  His tongue was massaging the captured tit flesh 
constantly, working in a frenzied manner.  Her nipple 
responded to the stimulation by standing up as high as it 
could.  

Feeling the bloated nipple in the back of his mouth, he 
quietly reached over and grabbed one of the clothespins.  
Bringing it up beside his mouth next to her tit, he pulled 
back, exposing the glistening erection.  The clothespin 
snapped around the surprised button and brought a 
stiffening of pain from the girl attached to the tortured 
nipple.  

Very slowly and very deliberately, he repeated the process 
on her other breast.  Even knowing what had happened to its 
partner and knowing exactly what was in store for it did 
not deter the brave nipple from responding to his erotic 
manipulation.  The poor soldier was captured and smashed 
inside the wooden cage.

She knew immediately where the third clothes pin was going 
from where he kissed her next.  She tried to block it out, 
but she felt her body responding to his insistent skillful 
and highly erotic manipulations.  First his fingers rubbed 
lightly over her labia, exciting the already over-heated 
bud of flesh hidden there.  The nodule grew larger under 
his skillful touch, then larger still.  Its growth and size 
surprised her.  She had never had that happen to her when 
she touched herself down there.  

Her clit was expanding like a tiny penis, until he could 
actually slide his finger and thumb up and down it.  When 
he kissed the tip of her clit and sucked the tiny bit of 
flesh into his mouth, she gave up all pretense of coherent 
thought and fell into an orgasmic stupor.  If this was what 
it felt like to a guy when they got a blowjob, it was no 
wonder the entire male population was sex-crazy.  She only 
revived when the tender bud was cruelly trapped between the 
jaws of the unforgiving clothespin.  

"Should I continue, Karin?"  

"More?  What more could there be?" she thought.  But she 
knew she wanted it.  She wanted it all.  Shakily she nodded 
her head ‘yes’, her eyes wild with lust, pain, fear and 
excitement.

Reaching down by the bed he pulled up some more items he 
had retrieved.  He held them up for her inspection and they 
caused her to quake to her very soul.  Such simple things, 
but in his hands she had no doubt they would cause her 
unendurable torment.  And pleasure.  She knew where he had 
found the large peacock feather, but where had he gotten 
those large rubber bands?  She trembled as he gently 
caressed her tits.  Her quick breathing and erect nipples 
holding the clothespins upright betrayed her true feelings 
of excitement.  

Squeezing her large boobs tightly, he slipped one of the 
fat elastic bands from his wrist and moved it down to the 
base of the pliable globe.  He doubled it with a quick 
twist of his hand.  The doubled band caused the already 
firm and swollen flesh to stand even taller.  Another band, 
smaller and tighter than the first, followed and settled 
around the middle of her tit.  A third, smaller yet, was 
placed just behind her nipple, causing her tit to look like 
a two-tiered jiggling mound with a cherry on top.  He 
quickly made her other tit into a matched set.

The feelings in her chest were strange.  Not pain, exactly, 
but there was a restricting feeling that pumped her cunt 
full of dripping juice.  As the bands constricted, the 
flesh between them became even more sensitive.  The trapped 
blood in the banded sections of the globes swelled to a 
maximum, the throbbing pain increased to become an ache in 
her chest.  

Moving quickly, he took one of the strings he has strung up 
over the canopy.  He tied one end of two of the strings to 
each of the clothespins.  She looked like an obscene puppet 
on a string, and he knew that she would react to just like 
one, too.  Taking the loose end of one of the strings 
attached to her tits, he gently pulled the string taut.  A 
sharp intake of breath told him that the flesh between the 
jaws of those wooden maulers was not numb.  He secured a 
small glass animal from the collection on her dresser to 
the end of the string with a tight knot.  When he dropped 
the small weight from the height of his shoulders, the 
string jerked on the clothespin attached to the nipple.  
She squealed in pain and pleasure as the waves of her next 
countless orgasm crashed on the shore.  She began panting 
in anticipation of the next two weights.  

He did not disappoint her.  A similar sized weight was 
attached to the string of her other tit.  Knowing the pain 
was coming didn't lessen the intense feelings.  For her 
newly discovered erectile clit, he selected a lighter 
weight, as this was extremely sensitive flesh.  He played 
with the three weights for a while, keeping her keening in 
agony and delight.  Sweat covered her frantically shaking 
nude body.  Unladylike rivulets coursed down her chest and 
ran between her tortured breasts to pool in the depressions 
in her delicate neck.  

He picked up the stiff feather with a wicked grin.  A light 
caress along her sternum surprised her with the intensity 
of the tingling tickle.  Brushing the tip of the feather 
back and forth over her stomach started her giggling 
uncontrollably.  But being gagged, the sounds were muffled.  
Her giggling made the tied weights bounce up and down.  She 
arched her back as the next great wave of orgasm crashed 
over her.

Several minutes later he tired of this isolated pastime and 
traversed her entire body with the exception of her cunt 
and tits.  The constant laughing and giggling strained 
every muscle in her stomach, neck and arms.  She learned a 
new form of pain as the muscles knotted tightly.  The 
tendons of her legs were flexed rigid and stood out as she 
tried to get relief from the diabolical feather.  She never 
knew she was so ticklish.  Sweat was running off her body 
now, soaking the sheets of her bed.  She didn't know if she 
could take much more.

He set the feather down on the bed beside her.  Relief 
flooded through her as the laughing reflex settled down, 
and she grinned up at him, though the confining duct tape 
hid her mouth from view.  He was grinning, too, but too 
wickedly for her taste.  Her pulse quickened as she 
realized there was more.  She closed her eyes in abject 
surrender as she realized as well, that, whatever it was, 
she wanted it.  

He stood by the bed for a moment, letting her catch her 
breath.  He leaned down and picked up the last item from 
the floor.  At first she didn't recognize what it was and 
then it dawned on her.  

"Oh, God!  The old drapery cords!" she thought.  

He had made a multi-tailed whip from the familiar cords and 
put a hard looking knot in the end of each strand.  This 
was a use she had not put them to.  He lazily dragged the 
makeshift cat o' nine tails across her taut belly.  A 
sudden flick of his wrist wiped all traces of laughter from 
her shocked frame.  Nine points of burning pain burrowed 
into her mid section where the knots collided with her damp 
flesh.  A second flick and nine more tiny welts rose up on 
the now irritated flesh.  It looked like measles or chicken 
pox.

"Nice effect," he said, mostly to himself.

Then, very methodically, he whipped her over every inch of 
her exposed flesh, save her face, starting at her 
fingertips and ending with her toes.  He also avoided her 
breasts and pubic areas.  Tiny angry red welts covered her 
body.  Even her neck, chin and ears were spotted.  Tears 
were running unimpeded down the sides of her face.  She had 
never felt such pain.  And she loved it.  Deep down she 
knew she loved what Sam was doing to her.  She also 
realized she was falling in love with him.  Her sham 
marriage to Bill Saunders never entered her mind.  It was 
Sam whom she wanted, with all her being.

Karin knew Sam wasn't finished with her yet either.  His 
eyes were still gleaming with excitement, watching her 
every reaction.  He was playing her body to the max, like a 
virtuoso.  She was a magnificent instrument, bringing out 
the very best of his skills and talents.  Karen knew she 
could and would take every thing Sam had to give.  The next 
stroke brought searing pain to the sole of her right foot.  
Two of the knots landed between her toes.  The other foot 
received similar treatment.

"Now for desert," he said, almost to himself.  He seemed to 
know she was beyond comprehending.

Picking up the feather he had laid down, he lightly touched 
the stressed flesh on the bottom side of her breasts.  It 
was as if he had used an electric charge.  A shock ran 
straight to her cunt and she came hard, screaming into her 
gag.  Another feathery touch on the underside of the other 
globe, and she spasmed again.  Back and forth, back and 
forth the marauding feather took her ever higher, never 
letting her find balance or catch her breath.  Her head 
whipped around the bed, her blonde hair flying in frenzied 
disarray.  She was in a perpetual state of orgasm.  

He deliberated carefully his next and last move.  He wanted 
her conscious for this, but only at the very brink of 
sanity.  She would have to be crazy to enjoy this, and she 
was almost there.  One more stab and flick with the long 
feather across her ballooning nipples put her in what he 
hoped was the right state of mind.  

He heard a constant babbling escaping from behind her gag.  
Her eyes rolled up in her head.  He had to hurry.  Quickly 
he flicked the wrist of the hand that held the whip.  Nine 
hard knots of cord pummeled into her mound, her clit, and 
her slit.  Another second quick flick up her legs 
terrorized her anal area.  

The surprise of the twin blows was so great and the pain so 
intense, she squirted both vibrators out of her holes at 
the same time.  She promptly fainted in a completely sated 
orgasmic coma, continuing to moan and spasm even though she 
was unconscious.

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