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This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you are
offended by graphic sexual descriptions of natural and/or
unnatural acts, or if you are underage, don't read any
further.
This is a fantasy. You have to loosen your clench on
reality a little when you read it. As is the case with
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are beautiful; gravity has never touched their nor
wrinkles their unblemished faces; the (the hero in this
story, at least) are hung like bulls and can get it up and
keep it up at will; there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted
pregnancies; and guilt is a four letter word. Most of all,
strength of character doesn’t stand a chance against any
erotic stimulus, which can be as benign as a glance. This
is a in which physical acts and human responses are
not limited to, nor necessarily based in, reality. Some
acts and responses in this may be physically
impossible or physiologically improbable. That being said,
stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy.
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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....
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NightShade
The President's Club, Chapter 6
by NightShade
first posted 4/97, revised 12/98
She came to on the narrow bed about an hour later. Her
hands and elbows were still tied, as was the cord around
her neck. Her legs had also been tied at the knees, calves
ankles and mid-thigh. Carefully, she tried to move her
legs and found that any movement tightened the noose around
her neck. She was loosely hog-tied and any movement, any
movement at all, would tighten the noose around her neck
strangle her. It sent a stab of fear through her gut,
twisting and tightening her involuntary muscles. It also
brought a tangible tingle in her cunt.
This was the treatment she had unconsciously longed for all
her life. She couldn't explain it. That's just the way
she was put together inside.
She slowly turned her head to look around the cabin. She
could see nothing. The cabin was dark and she was looking
directly into the wall.
She heard Sam come back into the cabin. He was stomping
his feet on the porch outside to clean most of the mud and
dirt off his boots. The door squeaked open and footsteps
wandered around the room as he first set down the sacks of
groceries he had just purchased, then checked on the fire
in the stove and other details. The footsteps stopped by
the bed.
Karin craned her neck around to look up at him. She looked
in his eyes, worrying that she had displeased him somehow.
But he was not angry. Not as far as she could tell,
anyway. He stood there with a strange questioning look in
his eyes, as if he was trying to find an answer in her eyes
to a question he didn’t want to ask.
Sam was carefully watching her to see what her reaction to
her situation would be. He was mildly concerned that he
might have gone too far this time. He needn’t have
worried. He had way of knowing that this woman’s
capacity for pain, especially when that pain was inflicted
by him, was made almost endless by her growing love for
him. He could have done anything to her. Much more than
he had so far. But they had only just begun.
Permanent damage was not his style. He had a dark need to
inflict pain, yes, but it was pain with a purpose and with
willing participants. The pain he gave to his partners
when they were in the city was mostly a game of control or
domination. He loved the feeling of total control.
Up here in the cabin, it was different. Here it was not a
game. He didn’t bring just anyone up here. Here he bared
his soul, and gave vent to the raging darkness in him. It
was controlled, yes, even calm. But not cold. It was as
if his total emotions were brought boiling to the surface
to be poured out on his partner. This time, it was just a
young girl. He questioned again his decision to bring one
so inexperienced to his particular hell. That thought
quelled the rising tide of emotions. What if...?
She saw his face was somber. The first thought through her
mind was that something was wrong with him or that she had
displeased him. "Is everything OK?" she asked.
He gave a half laugh. "You tell me!"
She looked surprised. Why shouldn’t she be OK? "You mean
with me? Sure, I'm fine, but I mean, is everything OK with
you? You're not mad at me are you?"
He grinned down at the bound girl. "Yeah, everything's
fine...” He reached down and ran his fingertips lightly
over the curve of her ass. You couldn’t see the marks he
had put there just last night. He was pleased with his
skill, even with crude homemade whips. He continued,
“...and, ‘No’, I'm not mad at you."
He turned and gestured toward the stove. "Are you hungry?
I ran down the mountain to get some food for us. We may be
here a while."
She had not noticed her hunger, but now that he mentioned
it, she was famished. "Yes, I guess I am at that. Would
you like me to fix it?"
He busied himself with the ropes that bound her.
"No. I want you to rest up some more. If you go out side,
there is a little steam around back. A little way down it
widens into a pool where you can clean up. Go for a swim
and freshen up. Follow the trail around to the left and be
back in about half an hour, OK? Stay on the trail, and you
won’t get lost."
She clumsily got to her feet. She had been bound in one
position or another for so long that the muscles her legs
and arms were cramped and the joints stiff. He helped her
walk around the cabin until she was a bit steadier on her
feet. She was still wearing the high heels she had on last
night.
He tossed her a towel and a bar of soap. A stinging slap
on her fanny sent her scurrying out the cabin door. She
had 30 minutes to herself. She sensed it would be a
mistake to be even a minute late.
It was a beautiful afternoon in the high mountains. The
crisp clean air filled her lungs as she wandered down the
path to the pond. The path was clear, but a little
overgrown. She hugged herself with happiness. She had
never felt so free or happy before. She was naked in the
outdoors, and she didn’t mind at all. He had sent her out
this way. It was what he wanted. She laughed out loud.
Sam would probably not have understood the reason behind
that delightful sound coming from her. She had found a
who understood her, who had taken her to heights she had
never imagined, who had answered her unasked questions,
and, most importantly, who had fucked her beyond her
wildest dreams. She trusted Sam. She laughed again as she
realized she also loved him madly.
The water in the deep mountain pool was cold and clear.
The steam was glacier fed, and this high up the sun didn’t
have much chance to warm the icy waters. Karin put down
the towel, set the soap on the bank within easy reach and
dove into the deepest part of the pool. The shock of the
cold water wiped all other thoughts from her mind and all
traces of pain from her system. She burst to the surface,
gasping for air.
The penetrating cold caused her nipples to go rigid, but
not with excitement. It was damn cold, and her skin felt
like it wanted to crawl off her body and head for the
warmth of the stove. Especially the tormented areas, like
her nipples. The spear of wood was still through the one.
Now that she could get her hands up to her to move
them around, she took the time to looked at her wounded bud
more closely
It had been a sliver from a hardwood tree, a clean, slender
piece of wood with no little barbs. The wood pierced her
rosy button right through the center of the body of it on a
horizontal axis. Sam had obviously cleaned it, but he had
left the sliver in. The small shaft held her one nipple
out in a constant state of semi-erection. A light
fingertip to the tip of the pierced nipple brought a
shudder.
"He must want it to stay," she thought.
Getting the bar of soap, she stood thigh high in the frigid
water and lathered her body, careful not to disturb the
wooden skewer. She didn't notice any remarkable soreness
or bruising on her body as she soaped up, evidence of the
mastery and skill of her tormentor. She hugged herself in
her giddiness at the thought that he must really care for
her.
She stood and breathed in the clean mountain air, now
carrying the clean smell of the soap. It was a manly scent
and reminded her of the smell of Sam. She desperately
wanted to be completely his, to remove all the traces of
herself, even down to removing her own scent. She lathered
up her hair with the soap to remove the traces of her
shampoo, piling and scrubbing the soapy tresses on her head
in a twisting motion. When she had soaped up all she
could, she dove back under the icy waters and rinsed her
glowing body.
The icy waters numbed her after a while and she was able to
stay in the pool. She floated on her back, happily looking
up at the fluffy white clouds as they chased each other
across the sky. She was happy, relaxed and at peace.
The refreshed woman got out of the pool, dried off
and then wrapped her hair in the towel. She wore it like a
turban as she made her way back up the winding path to the
cabin. She walked proudly, her thrust out, her head
high, her nakedness a badge of love. She had no idea what
would happen next, but she was not worried. She trusted
Sam.
When she entered the door, the first thing Sam noticed was
that the wooden dart was still in her nipple. He grinned
to himself. "Good," he thought to himself. "I'm glad I
went back to get that equipment. I just may be able to use
it again."
His prick lurched in his pants as he watched the
sit quietly by the fire, drying her hair with the heat from
the cheery blaze. She was so trusting with him. He began
to feel a stirring of emotion toward Karin that was foreign
to him, but not all that unwelcome, either. Her complete
trust in him stirred his paternal instincts. Maybe it was
her youth, her innocence. He didn’t know. It wouldn't
stop him from carrying out plans he had for her, but now he
rethought them to make sure he took the extra effort to
make special for her. To his surprise, he found that he
was looking forward to it being special for him, too.
He went back over their brief history in his mind as he
watched her finish drying her hair. There wasn’t much to
review. He had seen her once before last night and lusted
after her body. Then she had stepped off the elevator.
She looked so scared, so fragile, so trusting of him as he
introduced himself. She had been so fucking beautiful. He
realized it was at that moment she had captured his heart.
It was something about the look in her eyes, her
willingness to please him, her wanton display of sensual
pleasure and pain - this was special and he responded
strongly to that specialness.
Sam finished preparing the meal in a pensive mood. The
scene was very domestic, not at all the way things normally
went up here. Definitely not what he had imagined it would
be like. He shook his head to break away from these tender
thoughts, and caught her eye with the motion. She saw him
looking at her and smiled at him. Her smile was radiant,
open and honestly happy.
He motioned her over to the table, indicating the chair
where he wished her to sit. She rose and came over to him,
her heels clacking lightly on the rough stone floor. He
helped her into her seat gently, careful not to jar her tit
with the pierced nipple. She noticed his attempts and
playfully punched at him.
"Oh, come on silly, I won't break. You should know that by
now, don't you?"
He blushed sheepishly that she had seen through him so
easily. He got serious. "Karin, I just want to be sure
that this is what you want. It can be rough. Very rough.
If you want to stop now, just say so and we'll go back to
the city."
She looked at him curiously. "Do you have something else
planned to do to me? Something you want to do?"
He slowly nodded his head.
"Is it something special? Something you haven’t done
before or, maybe, ... very often?" She blushed at her
brazen attempt to find out if he had had others up here.
She knew he probably had. But the curiosity had just
leaked out of her mouth.
"Yes." He didn’t which part of the question he was
answering.
She looked at him steadily. "Then I want to do it."
"Don't you want to know what it is before you decide that?"
She paused before answering him. "Will it excite you?"
"Yes."
"Will you fuck me?" she continued, teasing him with the
game they had started at the dance.
"Yes," he grinned back.
"Hard?" she whispered, her eyes closing dreamily.
"And long," came the reply as he leaned into her and kissed
her tenderly.
"Often, too, I hope,” she giggled, adding another line to
their special dialog. She tipped her head back, lifting
her face to his. “God, I love your cock! Does that make
me bad?" She giggled again into his mouth as they kissed,
their tongues dueling playfully.
The light dinner he had prepared was a delightful affair,
quiet banter back and forth. Were it not for the setting
and her dress, it could have been the first date it
actually was. Sam discovered much more about her than she
did about him. He was pleased to find a quick wit and a
sharp, but untrained, mind sitting across from him.
Somehow, that increased her appeal to him. He marveled
that she could sit there, unconcerned about her nakedness,
totally at ease.
The food was gone, the table had been cleared and the
dishes cleaned and neatly put away. He had postponed the
next session as long as he could, and they both knew it.
He walked quietly over, sat in the big chair by the fire,
and stared into it, thinking. He pulled out a worn pipe
and filled it with his favorite blend. There were too many
places in the city he couldn’t enjoy a leisurely bowl full
of tobacco, too many sensitive pink lungs he could
infuriate. This was the only place he could smoke, and not
worry about it. He was also putting off the inevitable.
Karin stood quietly behind his chair, watching him struggle
with his decision. She took the opportunity to drink in
some of the details about him she had not had a chance to
before. The way his lightly graying hair curled up over
the collar of his flannel shirt. His hair was tousled now,
not perfectly groomed as it had been at the dance. The
touch of silver was just at his temples, giving him a wise,
distinguished look. She could see why he was successful in
banking. He just looked like you could trust him with your
money.
She followed the curve of his neck across his broad
shoulders. She had never seen a with such strong
shoulder and arms. She was not small, but he had lifted
her as if she had been as light as a cheerleader. His
strong hands were holding his pipe. No, they were
caressing it, making love to the carved burl wood.
She sighed softly to herself. were so easy to read.
Well, this one was, anyway. Karin had watched Sam’s
emotions change over the last 24 hours. The change was as
obvious to her as if she was watching a television drama.
It must be a natural female ability. She had sensed that
he was in love with her even before they came to the
mountains. She thought it was kind of funny, in a way.
Now that this big strong had feelings for her, he
couldn't continue and give her what she really wanted.
What she needed.
She went over to him and sat on the arm of the chair.
"Sam? I could be naughty if it would help you. I'm
already stark naked. See?” She lifted her uninjured tit
to his lips. He blew a ring of smoke that settled around
the succulent flesh.
“And I've already fucked you." She reached between her
legs and spread her lips wide apart, giving him a glimpse
at the moist cavern of her desires.
She moved her hands into his lap and loosened his belt.
His pants opened as she slowly lowered the zipper,
tantalizing them both. She slipped her soft hand inside.
Grasping the shaft of his stiffened cock, she pumped it up
and down. Freeing his prick from his pants, she got off
the arm of the chair and knelt in between his legs.
Looking up into his steady eyes, she said, "If you'll tell
me what to do, I'll be a naughty and lick it for you.
I’ll be anything you want me to be." She leaned forward
and placed a kiss on the tip of his cock. A clear drop of
pre-cum was pooling in the slit, and she stuck out her
tongue to lick it up. The salty flavor sent shivers down
her back.
He looked down at the head slowly engulfing his
cock. “You’ll really be anything I want?”
She nodded, not taking her mouth off him.
“Would you be my sex slave, my sex toy, a whipping post for
my darkest fantasies?”
She halted her movements on his cock. He could feel her
shudder, her hands tightening slightly on his scrotum. She
looked up, tears in her eyes. “If you would have me.
Yes.” They were tears of joy.
“Good. That’s what I want. You are my slave.” He settled
himself in his chair. “Just keep doing what you’re doing,
slave.”
"Like this?” she asked coyly. She leaned forward and
kissed his prick again, this time circling the head with
her tongue after. "Was that good?"
"Shit, slave,” he bellowed gruffly. “Will you quit teasing
me?"
"But Sam...”
“SILENCE!”
Her eyes opened wide. He was into the ‘game’ now. He
sounded serious, not just gruff. Something warned her not
to push him. She waited silently for him to continue.
“First, let’s get something straight. I am not ‘Sam.’ We
both know that. I will tell you later what my name is, but
for now, you can call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’ Second, you do
not speak unless spoken to. Not a word, unless I give you
permission. Third, and most important, you are here for my
pleasure, not yours. Unless I allow you up, you will kneel
on the floor, by my side.”
His stern voice filled her being, carrying her along into
this new definition of her roles. She had heard nothing
she could object to. She was his to command, his toy to
play with, his body to beat.
“That will do for now. I will inform you of other rules as
you break them. You will remember them better after you
have been severely punished for displeasing me.” He smiled
as he felt her tremble at this last part. “Believe me,
slave, you do not want to be punished. You will not enjoy
it.”
She continued to hold his large cock in her mouth, and
after a while he noticed she was not doing much with it.
Like she didn’t know what felt good to him. He tapped her
lightly on the top of her head to get her attention.
“You call that a blow job? Explain yourself and your poor
performance!”
Her eyes lowered and he could see tears forming. She had
been trying to please him. When she first started
speaking, it was so soft that he couldn’t hear her.
“Speak up, slave. When you have the opportunity to be
heard, I don’t want to have to listen to you twice!”
I’m sorry, Sir. I truly am. I've only done this once
before. That was last night when you spanked me so nicely.
I want to do it right, so it will be good for you. Please,
Sir. You'll have to tell me what to do."
He looked down and saw the in her eyes. "She really
doesn't know how!" he thought, amazed at her innocence and
unspoiledness.
"You're doing fine, Honey," he said aloud. The term of
endearment slipped out so naturally he didn't even notice.
Karin did hear it. Her ears burned and her eyes brightened
as she approached his prick again. With patience and
caring, he instructed her between his groans of pleasure
how to suck him off the way he liked to be sucked. She was
a willing student, often going above and beyond the call of
duty, even to the point of forcing herself to take him down
her throat. After a while it was easier and almost seemed
natural.
His load of pumped deep into her throat. Karin quickly
pulled back so that just his swollen head remained in her
mouth. She voraciously on the spewing organ as he
had instructed her earlier and milked it dry. She pulled
back when he was done and rolled the sticky white fluid
around her mouth with her tongue, savoring it as would a
connoisseur.
He watched her with a wry smile. “Do you like the taste,
slave?”
"Ummmm, yes, Sir. It tastes good. I liked it," she
announced. "Sir?” she asked him quietly.
He nodded for her to continue.
“Sir, do all taste the same?"
Her innocent question made him burst out in laughter,
doubling over in the chair.
She got a hurt, pouty look on her face. She thought he was
making fun of her. He lifted her up onto his lap, settling
her down with his still erect cock trapped between her
thighs. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face
in her hair.
"I don't know the answer to that, Honey, uh, slave. I've
never tasted another man, or even myself."
"Oh. Yes, Sir.
“Sir?” she asked a moment later.
He again nodded.
“Sir? I know I’m not very smart or sexy, but I really want
to learn about things. Please don't make fun of me, OK?
That hurts too much. In here." She pointed to her heart.
"I know it hurts. I would never intentionally you
that way. Never. Sometimes the things you say make me
laugh, though. It’s because you are so innocent, not
because you are dumb."
They sat in comfortable silence for several minutes.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
“Are we talking now, or do I still have to be quiet all the
time”
He grinned at her sincere face. “You may speak, slave, but
do not try my patience with trivia!” He slapped her bare
asscheek for emphasis.
"Will you really punish me if I displease you?"
He squeezed her tight. “Karin, I don't want to you.
I care about you too much."
"I know you care about me, Sir. I’ve known that when you
danced with me." She reached down and grasped his
throbbing cock that was nestled between her thighs. "I
also know you want to me.” She caressed his hardness,
feeling the hotness. “It excites you." She gave it
another squeeze. "It's all right. I don’t mind.” She
looked up at him. “You can do anything you want to me. I
want you to." She paused. "I, uh, I-I-I love you, Sir."
With that, she lowered her head and watched her hand stroke
his cock.
"And I like it, too," she added quietly, “when you me,
when you like when you me. Looking up, she asked, a
plea for understanding in her eyes, "Does that make me
weird or something?"”
If he hadn't loved her before, he did now. His heart
softened as the beautiful on his lap confessed
her love to him. After he had beat her. Asking him for
more. What more could he ask for in a woman?
He reached around and cupped the pierced breast. He
gradually squeezed the soft flesh until she squirmed
against his lap, his cock inching its way towards her cunt.
"Ummmmm. Yessss." The feeling that he was back in control
filled her with a glow that started the fires burning in
her belly.
He reached out and gently grasped the piece of wood
piercing her nipple by the two ends. She inhaled through
her clenched teeth but did not pull away. She looked up at
him and smiled.
"It's OK. Really. Play with it." She pushed her chest
into his hand in invitation.
He slowly twisted the wood around like a tiny propeller.
She squeezed her eyes shut and arched her back into the
pain as it gradually built, burning, twisting at the tip of
her tit. She bit her tongue to keep from screaming. She
didn't want to stop him because of her cries.
The nipple snapped back to its normal position when he let
go. She sagged into his chest, gasping for air. She had
climaxed hard. There was a wet spot on his pants leg where
she was sitting. She felt the spot grow as more juice
leaked out.
Karin looked down and shifted her buttocks to see the
stain. "Oooohhhhhh, now you're going to have to punish me,
huh, Sir?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes, now you're really going to get it," he grinned back.
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