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.  


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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. 

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result from reading this story.  If you don't, GO AWAY!

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So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy the 
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NightShade


















The President's Club 
by NightShade

Chapter 1

first posted 4/97, major revision 12/98

The young wife gazed nervously into the full-length mirror 
on the door of her closet.  She almost didn't recognize the 
gorgeous creature standing in front of her.  So much had 
happened to her in the last couple of months.  So much 
about her life had changed and been turned upside down.  
Still, she didn't think she was there yet, wherever `there' 
was.  She felt like a pupa stuck in mid-metamorphosis.  She 
wasn't a caterpillar anymore and not yet a butterfly, 
either.  She knew that tonight was the next step.  She 
didn't know how she knew.  She could just feel it.  Maybe 
it was just because she wanted so badly for something to 
happen.  

Something would happen tonight, something <had> to happen 
tonight to complete her metamorphosis, make her whole.  Her 
whole being yearned for that to happen.  Yet as excited as 
she was about tonight, she was even more afraid.  God knew 
she didn't have a good track record with her relationships 
up to this point in her young life.  She pessimistically 
wondered how she was going to mess this one up.  

As she stared at the emerging butterfly in the mirror, she 
thought back on the events leading up to this night.  How?  
Why?

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Karin's life was a mess.  A total mess.  But that was 
nothing new.  It had always been a mess....   

She was just 18 years old, and had barely graduated High 
School with a D average.  The irony that her grade point 
average was the same as her bra cup size didn't escape her.  
She thought it was funny.  Her teachers would have been 
stunned to learn that she not only knew what irony was, but 
that she could identify aspects of it in her own life, and 
see the humor as well.  She wasn't stupid.  She was just 
easily distracted, bored and terribly insecure, which she 
hid from everyone by being aloof.  Unfortunately, her body 
had encouraged all kinds of distractions from the boys at 
her high school.

Karin was tall for a girl, almost 6 feet tall, feminine and 
graceful.  Her aloofness scared all but the most aggressive 
boys and kept them from asking her out.  They just didn't 
know how to deal with a female that didn't pant like a 
bitch in heat.  They never found out it was an act, a sham.  
The ones who did ask her out were treated with icy 
coolness.  Look but don't touch.  She was a trophy date to 
take to the country club or the prom, but never into the 
backseat.  

Which was surprising, considering how universally horny 
teenage boys are and how drop-dead beautiful Karin was.  
Her face was regal, more serious than she was.  Clear blue 
eyes, blonde hair, a long, graceful neck.  Smooth, rounded 
shoulders tapered into delicate arms, ending in soft 
slender fingers.

Her legs drew a lot of attention, especially in Spring and 
Summer when she wore shorts.  They had been a featured 
attraction ever since the sixth grade when she sprouted up.  
They were constantly a source of embarrassment to her.  
When she sat and innocently crossed them in class, or when 
she walked down the hall, they drew unwanted attention to 
her.  They were endless and the short skirts she wore 
emphasized their length and shapeliness. 

Her hips flared nicely, but still retained the trimness of 
a younger girl.  The firm clean lines of her ass cheeks 
swayed when she walked down the school hallways, never 
failing to bring at least one, if not a chorus of whistles 
behind her.

Her breasts, however, were truly amazing.  They were huge, 
stupendous, but her height made them seem almost 
proportionate to her body.  Almost.  The sensuously rounded 
orbs sat high and proud on her broad chest, firm and large, 
defying laws of gravity and physics by standing straight 
out without support.  At their quivering tips were quarter-
sized circles colored a dusky pink with perfectly centered 
crinkled red buttons that always seemed to be sticking out 
through whatever she was wearing.  

Early on, she had been proud of her chesty development 
until the girls in her gym class had spited her in their 
juvenile envy.  The very same girls who had been her `best' 
friends the year before ostracized her when her tits 
ballooned over the summer.  She was never invited to any 
more parties, sleepovers, nor included in the gossip.

The boys on the other hand, although they pestered her a 
lot, mostly just looked, drooled and jacked off.  They were 
immature and the image she presented to them made them 
nervous.  Even the quarterback of the football team fumbled 
around her.  She had been the chief actress in many a high 
school fantasy and wet dream but ended up dateless on most 
Saturday nights.  

When she did date, they went one of two ways.  Either the 
boys were so overwhelmed with her beauty and nearness that 
they creamed their shorts just sitting beside her, or they 
would explode at her, and try to rape her.  Those who 
exploded at her also exploded in their shorts.  None of the 
immature bastards even tried to kiss her.  It they had only 
known....

Her home life had not been much better.  Her mother drank a 
lot, her father fooled around a lot, or at least, that's 
what the neighbors said.  The times Karin had liked best 
were when her mother was unconscious and her father was 
`out of town'.  On those nights at least, although she was 
alone, neither one of them would beat her or humiliate her.

So it was not surprising that when Mr. Saunders, a wealthy 
businessman from the big city, showed an interest in her, 
she was drawn to him.  He had chanced to see her walking 
home from school as he drove through her small town.  He 
had been looking for a service station.  He was so 
impressed he decided to stay and look into this statuesque 
creature.  He was a big man, tall and handsome.  She looked 
like she would be an ideal set piece for him.

When he approached her, he did so without fear or 
nervousness.  Not at all like the boys who stammered and 
gasped.  As she thought back, she figured she must have 
fallen in love with him when he introduced himself.  He 
treated her so kind, and was the perfect gentleman on every 
one of their dates.  He didn't try to kiss her or have sex 
with her or touch her during their whirlwind courtship.  
Never once did she sense he had soiled himself.  She took 
this to be a measure of his self-control.  In her short 
life, Karen had never met a man like Bill Saunders.  Not 
because he was a gentleman, intelligent and refined, but 
because he was gay.

Bill's business was in a close-knit industry that demanded 
a "normal" family image and he desperately needed a wife.  
His initial assessment of Karin was confirmed as he 
researched her family and the boring little town:  Karin 
was the perfect trophy wife.  Beautiful and dumb, a girl no 
one cared about.  

He quietly gave her parents $10,000 cash at their 
daughter's wedding to forget about her.  No phone calls, no 
letters, no visits, no contact at all.  With that much 
money for booze, it was guaranteed they wouldn't remember 
anything for long.  

Bill had insisted that Karin pack up everything that was 
hers in her parents house and bring it with her when she 
moved to the big city.  He wanted no traces of her left 
behind, no little articles or knick-knacks to stir long 
forgotten memories in her parents minds of their one and 
only child.  

He needn't have bothered.  Her parents had resented her 
from her conception.  Her striking beauty and aloofness had 
only infuriated them more.  They resented how plain and 
ordinary she made them feel.  They accused her of disdain.  
Karin was already forgotten before she and her new husband 
had left town following the small reception.  Her parents 
both drank themselves to death within two months.  The 
local banker, seeking to curry favor with the big city 
businessman, contacted Bill about their deaths.  Bill 
didn't tell Karin, so she didn't go to the funeral.

The marriage had been six months ago and her brief, 6-month 
marriage to the 55-year-old successful businessman was a 
total failure.  Nothing worked between them.  No matter 
what she tried, no matter how hard she worked to please 
him, she always upset him.  She couldn't relate to her 
husband's work or his education.  She never thought it 
might not be her fault. 

The fa‡ade of her fairy-tale marriage to the handsome Bill 
Saunders had started cracking on their wedding night.  He 
had complained of a headache, of all things, that first 
night.  The second night he passed out drunk, something she 
was used to.  The honeymoon had ended abruptly with a well-
planned emergency in another city.  He apologized, but was 
sure she would understand.  

Other business trips came up and he was away for weeks at a 
time.  When he was home, he came back from the office late 
at night.  She had been married for six months and was 
still a virgin.  To her way of thinking, she had been a 
failure as a daughter, she had been a failure in high 
school and now she was a failure as a wife.  

She even thought she was a failure as a woman.  She had 
realized her husband was gay early on, but thought she was 
the reason for it.  At first it was the pool man who only 
came to clean the pool when Bill was home.  The job always 
seemed to take two people, especially the part that took 
them into the cabana out behind the pool.  It wasn't until 
she needed to turn off the pool filter one day and looked 
for the filter equipment in the small outbuilding that she 
found there was no reason for them to be in there.  

Lately it had been the butler that didn't butler.  Her new 
home was a big house and she initially appreciated the 
gesture from Bill to provide her with some help.  She 
didn't think twice about the butler moving into the 
quarters off the kitchen.  That's what a butler did.  But 
this one did more.  And less.  He was absolutely no help to 
her around the house.  As time passed, the relationship 
between the three of them became tense.  The normal roles 
of husband and wife were mixed up helter skelter.  

Karin became more and more isolated and alone.  She had 
nowhere to go and no one to turn to.  She never went out, 
she didn't drive, and she had no friends.  She didn't know 
anyone but Bill and the household staff.  The cook only 
spoke Spanish, the gardener was deaf, and the butler, well, 
the butler resented her very existence.  That had been made 
very clear to her two weeks ago.

Two weeks ago, Bill and the "butler", Bruce, had surprised 
her as she lay sunning herself by the pool.  Bill insisted 
that she maintain her youthful appearance and beauty.  He 
liked her to appear as if they had spent time on the 
islands, so she spent as much of her time in the sun as 
possible.  As his trophy wife, she had the finest clothes 
to wear, and, of course, the tiniest bikinis.  

That afternoon, as she lay soaking up the last of the day's 
light, the two men had quietly sneaked up behind her and 
overpowered her.  She had been immediately blindfolded.  A 
thick hand towel had been stuffed, crammed in her mouth by 
one of them.  Bruce, she thought.  Her arms had been pulled 
hard behind her back as she lay struggling on her stomach.  
Her assailant tied them with a piece of stiff twine or 
wire.  It was tied tight and cut deeply into her wrists.  
There was no love or tenderness in either of the men's 
actions.

She had been picked up, thrown over a shoulder, and hauled 
like an old rug down into the basement.  There, they had 
strung her up and proceeded to torment her as only two 
mysogenistic men were capable of.  

Her hands had been re-tied from behind her back to the 
thick pipes running overhead, leaving her feet dangling 
about two inches off the floor.  As tall as she was, her 
feet didn't reach the floor to support her.  They had not 
bothered to take off her skimpy covering, but merely pushed 
the tiny triangles of her bikini top up off her firm tits 
and yanked the bottoms down around her thighs.  Doing it 
that way made her feel more exposed and naked than if she 
had been completely nude.

Bruce, the sadistic butler, had started slapping her firm 
tits with his hands.  He had to reach up to hit her chest, 
but he still managed to hit her hard.  He was a wimpy, 
emasculated, effeminate man and was jealous of Karin's 
femininity.  He was especially jealous of her natural charm 
and beauty and above all, her perfectly rounded tits.  

He began to work her tits over, going from slapping them 
side to side to using them as a punching bag, hitting them 
straight on with his closed fists.  Karin screamed into the 
towel gag as the blows jarred her body.  He was working so 
hard that the sweat was running down, staining his silk 
pajamas.  Sadist that he was, he got excited beating up a 
helpless woman.  His erection tented the loose-fitting 
pants until the tip slipped out between the buttons of the 
fly.  The short pink organ was highlighted against the 
black shiny fabric.

Bill watched as Bruce tormented the stupid country girl 
that he had married.  That's essentially how he thought of 
the cunt.  Too dumb to boil water.  But with her folks 
gone, he figured he could be a respectable widower in a 
year of so.  No one would miss the bitch.  

Until then, though, he figured he might as well get all the 
mileage out of little wifey as he could.  This whole 
brutality thing had been the butler's idea.  It hadn't 
escaped his notice that it had been Bruce's idea that had 
gotten him into this mess with the big Hong Kong bank in 
the first place.  Now it was the butler's idea to get out 
of that trouble with the bank by prostituting his wife to 
the bank's president.  All they had to do was to get Karin 
to go along with the idea.  Bruce had convinced him that 
beating the shit out of her was the only way to convince 
her to follow through with it even if they weren't around 
to make sure.

Bill watched the barbaric butler beat on Karin a little 
longer.  He wasn't sure but he thought he detected a subtle 
change in the girl's reactions to the punishing blows.  Her 
screams had softened to moans and were coming less 
frequently, but that could be exhaustion.  Her pink nipples 
seemed to be puffing up and darkening in hue, but that 
could be due to the beating they were taking.  He was not 
an expert in female sexual responses - he had never had an 
interest in it - but he thought he noticed moisture seeping 
from between her flailing thighs.  That one had him 
stumped.

For her part, Karin had been taken by surprise by her 
reactions.  The blindfold confused her and she couldn't get 
her bearings.  She never realized how much she relied on 
her sight.  She wondered if perhaps they were just playing 
a trick on her.  Then she thought they were really 
kidnappers, until they spoke to one another and she 
recognized their voices.  Why would her husband want to do 
this to her?

The ropes around her wrists had hurt, but there was also 
another deeper feeling building insider her she couldn't 
quite put her finger on.  It was like it was OK what was 
happening.  It was like security blanket, the feeling that 
she was not in control.  Whatever happened, she was not 
responsible, there was no pressure on her to act in any 
particular way.  She couldn't screw this up.  It was 
comforting in a strange way and she relaxed and let it 
happen to her.

She had gone limp as they had lifted her and allowed them 
to hoist her over a shoulder.  She didn't resist as they 
had strung her from the overhead pipes in the basement.  
She had blushed, unnoticed, when her breasts and pussy had 
been exposed, but that blush quickly faded as Bruce, she 
had guessed correctly, had started slapping and then 
punching her in the tits and tummy.  

The initial slaps had surprised her and the sudden pain in 
her boobs had made her scream.  It was the only defense she 
had left.  The pain had quickly been replaced by 
surprisingly intense pleasant feelings that zipped straight 
to her cunt.  The wonderful tingling had built with each 
slap and punch of her tits.  Tensed and primed by endless 
hours of using her finger as her sole source of pleasure, 
the virgin wife was quickly teetering on the edge of a 
ripping climax.  For the first time in her life, she felt 
really alive.  She was charged up.  Something wonderful was 
going to happen, she could feel it building in her sopping 
cunt.

Whether Bruce sensed her impending orgasm, or whether he 
just got lucky doesn't matter much, because just as she was 
about to free fall over the edge, he punched the 
defenseless dangling girl in her relaxed, untrained stomach 
with two powerful jabs.   The air was forced completely 
from her lungs, squelching any possibility of her pending 
orgasm.  Bill stepped in to stop the raging butler from 
doing too much damage to the gasping woman.  They did, 
after all, have to keep her in relatively good shape for 
her `date'.

"My turn, Brucie.  Why don't you rest a while?"  

Bruce was in a blood rage and wasn't about to quit.  All 
the frustrations he had had all his life at having a female 
mind and a male body were finally coming out.  Anger at all 
the teasing from the other kids.  Anger that this cunt was 
his lover's legal wife.  He turned to Bill, whining.  "Just 
a little longer, Bill.  The bitch deserves it."

"No, Bruce.  That's not the reason we're here, now, is it?  
We can't be selling damaged goods to this client now, can 
we?"

The mention of the banker calmed Bruce down.  That mean son 
of a bitch would make this beating seem like a ballroom 
dance lesson.  Bruce had worked for the banker up until 
last year.  The banker had fired him after it was 
discovered Bruce had embezzled a lot of money from him.  
More than a lot.  Too much money for the bank to publicly 
admit to, and still keep the confidence of its depositors.  
Way too much for the banker to admit to the board of 
directors and still keep his job.

Bruce had been well aware of the banker's reputation with 
the ladies.  The ones he dated always seemed to have 
trouble sitting down - or even moving without a gasp of 
pain, for that matter - after a `date' with him.  After 
talking with a couple of them, quietly, of course, Bruce 
had discovered that the banker liked to tie up his 
unsuspecting victims, then spank and whip them mercilessly.  
Bruce had never known a girl to voluntarily go on a second 
date with the banker. 

Bill was not aware that the banker and Bruce knew each 
other.  Bill was the rich patsy Bruce was using to pay the 
banker back for the money he had stolen.  The money that 
could be skimmed from the new building loan for the new 
manufacturing plant should more than cover his losses.  The 
rest was just gravy for the banker.

Being the thorough man that he was, the banker researched 
all potential relationships before he made a move.  Bruce, 
the flaming gay, had been forced on the bank by the fucking 
liberals and their EEOC policies.  He had simply shown up 
in his department with the access codes.  Those idiots in 
Personnel hadn't even done a resume check.  By the time the 
money was missing, it was too late to point fingers.  It 
was his responsibility by then.  And he was pissed.  

So when he finally did move to get his due, he applied the 
screws to both Bill and Bruce.  He had them right where he 
wanted them.  He had been quietly pressing Bruce to get his 
money back, and then began blackmailing Bill when he found 
out he was gay, and was that Bruce was living with him.  
Butler, my ass...  

He had seen Karin by the pool on one of his rare visits to 
Bill's mansion.  That day he had been there to pick up a 
late payment, and his mood was foul.  He had walked by the 
huge windows that overlooked the pool, automatically 
glanced out, a flash of color catching his attention.  He 
nearly stumbled over a chair as he had done a double take 
at the sight of the beautiful near-naked creature lying 
there.  His research had not picked up this piece of 
information.  His eyes had glazed over, his heart beat like 
a trip hammer and his cock swelled up like a young bull in 
mating season.  He let the two faggots know of a way to 
cancel the rest of the debt.  Just one weekend with the 
girl.  Longer, if it worked out.

The two gay lovers couldn't agree fast enough to give him 
Karin.  Any way he wanted her.  Bill didn't mention that 
she was his wife, but it wouldn't have mattered to the 
banker.  They made arrangements for three weeks hence.  She 
would be moved to an isolated apartment, unprotected, no 
alarms and no neighbors.  Bill smiled coldly as he thought 
of the perfect location.  All they had to do was get her to 
cooperate for the first part of the date.

Bruce thought that with the bitch out of the way and out of 
the house, he could consolidate his position with this rich 
businessman.  For his part, Bill felt he had to protect his 
business at all costs.  Karin, to him, was simply an asset 
he was finally able to put to use.  The banker had 
threatened to expose him to his more pious colleagues, and 
he couldn't let that happen.  They would drum him out of 
business within a month.  They wouldn't even need proof.  
Just the rumor.  God knows he'd ruined one of his more 
pesky competitors that way and had passed on his share of 
gossip that he was sure had no basis in truth.  He was in a 
precarious position, and he knew it.  Karin was a write-
off.  So was Bruce, as soon as this was finished.  

So they ended up in the basement, with Bruce using Karin as 
a punching bag to get her to agree to the deal.  

Bill stepped up to the gasping girl.  Tears leaked out 
below the blindfold and streaked down her flushed cheeks.  
Reaching out with both hands, he captured a bruised swollen 
nipple between each thumb and forefinger.  Somewhat 
distastefully, he rolled them around, stimulated the hard 
buttons until they puffed up even larger.

"Karin, I want you to listen very carefully.  I need you to 
do something for me.  It's very important.  If you don't 
agree to do it, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to let 
Bruce hit you some more until you do.  Do you understand 
me?"

Karin fearfully nodded her head in the direction of the 
voice.  She wasn't afraid of what Bruce might do to her.  
She was afraid, because this was the most words he had 
spoken to her since the day they were married.  And he was 
talking to her as if she were an adult, too.  If it was 
that important, she just knew she would mess it up.

"I want you to escort a friend of mine to a dance at a 
convention.  He is a very important man and you will be 
nice to him. OK?"

Again she nodded, puzzled.  All this for a date?

Bill twisted her nipples viciously, threatening to rip them 
off.

"I mean very nice, bitch.  Do you understand what I mean?  
You will do anything he wants, right?  Anything!"

The tight twisting of her nipples sent Karin over the edge 
she had been close to before the wind was knocked out of 
her.  Skyrockets of light burst in her head and her cunt 
gushed slippery fluids down her long tanned thighs.  She 
whipped her head back and forth in her ecstasy, screaming 
into the towel.  This was better than her fingers by a long 
ways.

"Right, bitch?" Bill demanded again, emphasizing the 
question with another sadistic twist.  

Coming down from her orgasm, Karin weakly nodded her 
agreement.

"What a fucking whore!" muttered Bruce, standing off to one 
side.  "A fucking good-for-nothing cunt!"  He had wanted 
her to resist.  He had dreamed of her resisting, ever since 
Bill had agreed to this bizarre technique.

Turning to Bill, he pleaded, "Let me give her some more, 
just to make sure she understands.  Please?"

"No," came the answer.

Bill looked at the hanging girl.  He noticed the excessive 
wetness between her thighs and poked an exploratory finger 
up into her pussy.

Karin jerked spastically at the unaccustomed intrusion by 
someone else's finger.

His manicured finger slithered between her slick puffy lips 
and entered her virginal tunnel.  Part way in, the tip 
encountered a tough membrane.

A look of surprise crossed his face, followed quickly by 
outright rage. 

"You BITCH!" he exploded,  "You're still a fucking VIRGIN!  
I figured you would have at least gotten rid of it in high 
school.  Shit!  You're too fucking stupid to have even done 
that right"

He looked around in a blind rage, seeking something, 
anything, to show her how incredibly worthless she was.  
Spying the perfect object, he grinned wickedly.  It was 
just what he wanted.  He stepped over to the cleaning 
closet and pulled out a soiled, stinking toilet plunger.  
Pulling a condom from the pocket of his open robe, he 
ripped opened the foil and slipped it onto the dirty wooden 
handle.

Bruce watched the proceedings with excited bright eyes, his 
stubby hardon bouncing with each beat of his rapidly 
beating heart.  This was going to be even better than he 
had dared hope.  He quivered with anticipation, his hand 
lost in the folds of his pajamas as he stroked his puny 
dick.

Bill strode back over to his suspended wife.  He set the 
plunger on the floor next to her.  Reaching up he grabbed 
the bottoms of her bikini and jerked the useless fabric off 
her thighs.

"Bruce, hold her legs apart.  We've got a block in the 
plumbing and a helper to help," he said maliciously.

Bruce quickly moved behind the dazed girl and squatted 
down.  He wanted to see this close up.  This should finish 
the bitch.  Raped by the plumber's helper.  He grabbed an 
ankle in each hand and spread them as wide as he could.

Karin was now struggling as best she could, but she was 
tired.  She had been hanging for almost 30 minutes and her 
shoulders and arms were sore from the strain.  Each weak 
kick of her legs jerked her stressed joints painfully.  It 
couldn't be good what they had planned.  She had never 
heard such an evil tone, from anyone, much less her 
husband.  She suddenly realized she didn't really know this 
man.  She cried out fearfully, but it was too late.  Her 
strength was sapped.

Bruce didn't have too difficult a job to spread her shapely 
legs and expose the target to Bill's advancing plunger.  He 
gripped her slim ankles tighter than he needed to, leaving 
angry red marks on them.

Karin was not aware that she was about to be mechanically 
violated.  She had heard the two men talking.  She figured 
out that Bill was going to finally make her a woman.  If it 
hadn't been for his anger and tone of voice, she would have 
been excited about it because she had waited for six months 
for him to exercise his conjugal rights.  And now he was.

She was unprepared for the sudden jab of the long hard 
handle into her cunt.  The unlubricated condom irritated 
the sensitive tender skin in her cunt.  After advancing 
about two inches, the blunted head hit her hymen.  She 
screamed into the thick towel gagging her.  The pain was 
blinding, different than before.  This just fucking hurt.

Bill nodded silently to Bruce, who tightened his grip on 
her ankles.  With a fierce hateful yell and a twisting 
lunge, Bill shoved the handle forcefully into Karin's 
virgin tunnel, forcing the handle of the plunger past the 
thin membrane barrier.  It parted with an almost audible 
tearing sound.  

Karin screamed into the gag in horror, almost freeing her 
legs from the vicious grasp.  White hot flashes coursed 
through her body.  Searing, horrible pain.  This was awful.  

The handle continued in until the serial numbers on the 
condom covering the top of it were hidden in her soft pussy 
hairs.  Bill yanked the handle out, then jabbed the handle 
in, then out, then in and out twice more.  Satisfied that 
the disgusting unused conjugal passage was now clear, and 
his precious reputation protected, he set the toilet 
plunger down carefully on the basement floor.  He wiped his 
shit covered hands on her heaving tits.

Bruce and Bill untied Karin's hands and let her drop 
heavily to the floor.  Her rubbery legs wouldn't support 
her.  They left her lying there to come to by herself.  
Bill also left the bloody rubber on the handle of the 
stinking plunger.  He wanted that bloody post to be the 
first thing that she saw.  He hoped she realized it for 
what it was - her first lover.

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