THE USUAL WARNINGS:
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
most in this newsgroup, in this all the women
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.
This 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 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.
You have been warned!
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That said, enjoy!....?
NightShade
The President's Club, Chapter 13
by NightShade
first posted 4/97, revised 1/99
The eyes in the hood widened in a twinge of fear and
excitement, but her head bobbed her acceptance of his
command. She turned and led him to the basement door. Her
hands were fastened behind her, so she stood impatiently by
the door, shifting from one high-heeled foot to the other.
She didn’t like waiting. He teased her, playing with her
exposed body, making her wait for him to open the door. He
did, finally, and she led him down the stairs into the
cellar.
Karin and Sandi had been busy refinishing this area of the
house, as well. All the rubbish and papers had been
removed. The walls, floors and ceilings had been finished
and painted. It was a nondescript area, but well lighted
and clean. Karin had especially wanted to completely
redecorate the area of the basement where she had been
raped. Sandi agreed.
Part of the cellar had been closed off for a special area.
This section had an extra deep sunken floor, making the
height of the ceiling about 12 feet. It had apparently
been intended to accommodate the bulky insulation necessary
for a proper wine cellar. The two women had plotted and
giggled as they furnished the room, which they called ‘the
dungeon.’ They had outfitted their playroom in the motif
of its title, with massive pieces of medieval-style
furnishings placed strategically around the spacious room.
Other furnishings, like heavy iron rings in the floor and
on the walls, chains with manacles dangling, whips and
other implements gave the room the aura of fear and
foreboding of a real dungeon. All of the furnishings were
working models. The two women were insistent on that
point. However, none of them had been used before. This
visit by the Lady X was the maiden voyage, so to speak.
Sandi was deeply honored that Karin had made it available
for her today.
Until a short time ago, Sandi had never imagined she would
be using this room as a submissive. That was Karin’s
thing. Sandi walked over to the heavy door to the dungeon.
Ben grunted as he swung it open, the weight surprising him.
The door was very heavy and solid.
Lady X proceeded her new master down the wide steps into
the dark room. Bumping a switch with her hood, she lit the
windowless room in soft light. She stood there shaking,
terrified of what would happen in the next few minutes or,
dare she hope?, hours. She was also incredibly horny, more
so than she could ever remember being in her entire life.
Her entire focus seemed to be on her and getting
something shoved inside of it.
Ben whistled in appreciation of the furnishings. He turned
to his victim. "Lady X, this is going to like hell!
I didn’t intend to ask you again, but, shit, I have to.
Are you sure this is what you want?"
In response, Lady X went over to him and, turning around
lightly grasped his rampant cock with her bound hands. She
measured its hardness and length. When she was satisfied
that this excited him, she knelt down in front of him in
the classic submissive posture, her head bowed. She rubbed
his feet, ankles and lower legs with her hooded head. It
reminded him of the he had had when he was growing up.
He allowed her to stay in her submissive posture while he
removed his uniform. He folded it neatly and placed it on
a hanger, apparently for that purpose. He grinned. The
room had obviously been designed by a woman. Make that
women. didn’t provide hangers. They used pegs. He
looked down at his cock sticking out from his flat belly.
Must be where we get the idea.
Naked, he turned to see her sitting on her heels watching
him. He faced her, his cock swinging in a great arc
in front of him. He stepped over to her. "Like it?"
An enthusiastic bob made him smile. It was always nice to
be appreciated.
"Want it?"
The light dancing in her eyes was delightful. In response,
she bobbed her entire body up and down so hard she lost her
balance with her hands cuffed behind her and tipped over.
He burst out laughing. “That eager, are you?"
He helped her up to her feet. "But we just have to try out
some of this wonderful equipment first, don't you think?"
he teased as he released her hands from behind her.
She massaged her wrists as he wandered around the room. He
walked over to the wall and examined the racks of whips,
canes, rods and crops. There were all shapes and sizes,
there were some not intended to be used on human flesh. He
again whistled under his breath.
"Have you used any of these? They look new."
She shook her head.
"None of them?"
Again she shook her head.
"Have you ever been under the whip?"
Another shake.
He stared at her for a while, mentally adjusting his
evaluation of this wonderful woman's courage. He walked
over to another wall. It looked like a wall of soft rubber
breasts, each with erect nipples. Each pair of was
adorned with a different kind of nipple clamp, squeezing
device, or tit press. They all looked painful, but some
look just plain vicious. About half of the sets of fake
boobs had tiny gold rings pierced through the nipples.
Those didn't have clamps, but had weights, chains and other
implements of torture that attached with small hooks. One
set of the regular rubber was empty.
Pointing at her nipple clamps, he asked her, "Do these go
there?"
She nodded that they did.
"Take them off and put them away," he commanded her.
She stomped her foot in a childish way and shook her head
'No.' She walked sexily over to him with her hips swaying
provocatively from side to side. Lifting and cupping her
hands, she offered up her to him. He looked at her
dancing eyes and toyed with her proffered treasures.
“This is going to cost you, big time,” he informed her as
he took off the clamps, pulling her tortured nipples
maliciously as he did. She flinched, but did not move
away. He turned and put the clamps on the empty set of
tits on the wall.
He massaged her bare nipples to stimulate the circulation
in the pressed flesh. Her eyes watered as she stood
passively in front of him, totally at his command. His
heart began to melt for this mystery woman, fascinated by
her submissiveness to him. He would find out who she was,
and ask her to be in his life forever, if it was the last
thing he did. He didn't know how, but he would.
But first, there was the matter of a whipping to take care
of. That was about all anyone could do on the particular
piece of equipment he had selected. Four padded manacles
on a large square frame. The entire body was accessible to
be beaten, front, back, and sides. Even the palms of the
hands and the soles of the feet could be attacked at the
whim of a whip-wielding aggressor.
The entire frame could be rotated to a horizontal position
for fucking or to a heads down position for additional
terror. A waist belt could be attached to the ceiling to
help support the victim in the horizontal position.
It was a well-equipped dungeon.
He turned to the woman he knew as Lady X. Holding out his
hand, he led her over to the large device. The simple
touch of her hand made him shiver inside, as if a spark had
crossed between them. Her hand was soft, but firm. There
was a strength in her touch that was missing from
most women's touches, he thought.
In a quick movement, she pulled him to her and wrapped her
arms around his neck. She held on to him tightly. She
squeezed hard for a long time, as if searching for
something inside him or inside of herself. He waited for
her, patiently, stroking her smooth, rosy ass cheeks as she
clung to him.
Apparently she found what she had been looking for.
Releasing him gently, she put her hands to his face and in
a macabre, but touching, gesture, placed the leathery
rictus mouth of the hood over his lips and pressed lightly
against them.
He was deeply touched. He understood the gesture. She had
just kissed him, giving him her permission to continue,
however he desired. No more questions, no more hesitation.
She trusted him.
Sandi, tears streaming down her face and a contorted smile
on her deformed lips, stepped into the box-like frame of
the device and waited for him to make the next move.
He took a deep breath and looked down. He had spurted his
cum all over her leg while she had kissed him. With no
other touching. The creamy white fluid dripped down her
inner thigh and onto the top of the boots. He went over to
her and wiped it off her leg with his fingers. He rubbed
his into her tits, focusing on her swollen and sore
nipples.
He also cleaned off her juice that was running down
her thighs. He rubbed this into her as well.
Impulsively, he leaned down and kissed the tips,
them into his mouth one after another. He was surprised.
He had never tasted his before. Together, the two
fluids tasted quite pleasing to him. She fidgeted as he
cleaned and then kissed her, her stomach quaking in
giggles.
"Too bad you can't taste this. Our flavors go quite good
together," he said rising to his feet. "Maybe another
time...?"
He took her hand and fastened the padded manacle around her
delicate wrist. The second wrist followed the first into
captivity. He adjusted the lengths of the chains attached
to the manacles. She was stretched to the extent of her
height, teetering on the high heels.
There was a short bar just below each of the ankle
restraints, and he discovered that he could hook the heel
of the shoe over this bar to help support the weight of the
victim. Even so, her legs were spread painfully wide
apart.
Sandi allowed herself to be placed into the restraints. By
climbing on the short bars with her heels hooked over them,
she had demonstrated their use for him. He quickly
tightened the manacles around her booted ankles.
He walked over to the wall. He stopped and looked at Lady
X. He didn't have all that much skin to attack. Just her
lower abdomen, pussy, upper thighs and her luscious ass
below the tight corset. Above it were her tits, shoulders,
upper back and arms. He made his selections from among the
wide variety of whips and moved back to the hanging woman.
He laid all of them down in front of her. She began to
tremble in anticipation.
He picked up the first whip. It had only been a short
while since the initial spanking and her ass was not ready
for a great deal of pain just yet. He swung the soft
leather strap he had selected against her upper thighs. A
soft slap echoed off the padded walls. She didn't even
jerk.
He continued the soft slapping, covering all of her exposed
skin with his tender leather caresses. As he returned to
previously struck areas, the blows became a little harder,
bringing the blood to the surface. A warm rosy glow
covered the dangling girl. A sheen of perspiration covered
both of them.
Gradually, he had been able to build up her tolerance to
the pain so that she could accept much harder blows. The
next implement he had chosen to use on her would give
magnitudes greater sensation than the butter soft strap.
He picked up the tasseled riding crop, feeling the solid
heft of it in his had. It had a nice stiff body with a
whippy tail. The handle fit easily in his palm. It was
well balanced, almost like a sword. He made a practice
swing and the evil swish sent goose bumps scattering across
his skin.
Sandi had her eyes closed and didn’t see the change in
whips. She was in ecstasy, the buildup of pain boiling
over into the intense pleasure that she longed for, that
she needed. She was so wrapped up in her own world she
didn't hear the practice swing. The first lash with the
crop caught her by surprise and raised her up stiff in the
restraints.
Ben watched a satisfying dark welt form at the base of
her ass cheek. The tassel had snapped into the crevice
between them and stung the flesh of her asshole. He didn't
wait, but let the next lash fall across her upper thigh.
She farted loudly and came at the same time, her slick
splashing out onto the floor. She had not known she could
squirt like that.
He worked over her entire body, leaving short, deep
welts and tassel marks about one inch apart on every
available piece of skin. He labored steadily for quite
some time, being thorough until he only had her breasts,
her lower tummy and her to go. He had saved the best
for last.
He stopped his whipping and released the lever that allowed
him to turn the rack. He rotated her so that she lay face
up, her striped butt sagging down from her body weight and
exhaustion. The waist belt quickly brought her body back
level and relieved some of the tension on her wrists and
ankles.
Sandi had left sanity behind as he whipped her underarms.
She had not realized how erogenous that area could be. As
she slipped into a erotic delirium, she made a note to try
it with Karin. She would love it. The stinging lashes to
her boosted her up and over the perilous peak of her
climax several times. Each successive blow ripped her
higher and higher. Ben avoided the tender nipples out of
compassion, but he covered the rest of the soft mounds
thoroughly.
The waist belt covered and protected part of her tummy. So
Ben went for the brass ring. He stepped under the bar and
moved to stand in between her legs. He firmly laid a well-
place slash with the crop on the inside of each shapely
thigh. Her semi-conscious body arched up as if in
invitation of the final blows.
The first lash to her the lips and landed
directly on her clit. She convulsed wildly. The second
lash buried the tassel in her vagina, mauling the delicate
tissues there. She shuddered violently again. A final
upward blow drew a cherry welt across her anal ring and
up her ass crack. She screamed in ecstasy as she passed
out.
Ben's rock hard prick had been slapping against his legs
with each blow. His breathing was ragged as he stepped up
to the unconscious woman and plunged his cock into her
pussy. He stood still, letting the spasms of her mega-
orgasm milk his blood muscle up and down. Fully seated in
her cunt, he waited for her to regain some of her senses.
The warm, moist tunnel gripped his prick as if hanging on
for dear life. The fit of the two procreative organs was
perfect.
Her felt and heard the low growl from the fettered woman.
Sandi woke to feel wonderfully stuffed. He was inside her
at last! Her body burst to life, every erotic nerve in her
being triggered by the pulsing rod of flesh buried in her
pussy. She literally vibrated on his shaft.
Ben reached forward and grasped her hips, steadying himself
as he worked his cock in and out of her clasping cunt. He
established a slow rhythm with deep penetrating strokes.
He watched his prick withdraw from the warm sheath, the
soft tissues of her clinging to the shaft as if
trying to keep it from leaving. His rhythm quickened as he
felt himself approaching the critical point. He didn't try
to hold back, but pounded into her as hard as could,
slamming into her soft thighs with his hips on every
forward lunge. Her luscious jiggled as if they
floated on her chest.
Pounding into her one last time, he yelled his ecstasy as
he came, then grunted with each additional clenching
of that came out of his prick. Satiated, he leaned on
his hands, gasping for breath. They were both exhausted
and satisfied from the initial session.
Ben caught his breath and turned the frame upright. After
taking off her waist belt, he released her ankles and
wrists. Sandi collapsed in a pile on the floor. She was
delirious, out of her mind in orgasmic splendor. Every
touch, every sound, every smell sent her senses reeling
with sensual delight. She was happy, fulfilled, complete.
She knew she could love this man.
Ben gathered his mystery lady in his arms and carried her
upstairs to the sitting room. He laid her gently on the
couch and cradled her head in his arms. Softly, he cooed
and sang to her the comforting sounds and lullabies he had
thought he had long forgotten. As they cuddled, he began
telling her of his life, of his happiness at finally
meeting the woman of his dreams, Lady X, of his feelings
for her, and of his determination to convince her to reveal
her identity to him. Somehow, he told her, he would win
her love.
He watched her eyes as he spoke, her bright intelligent
eyes responding to his words. He knew she understood his
words, knew she felt the same.
Sandi's heart was torn. She felt she loved him, even after
so short a time. She couldn’t risk telling him who she
was. Not yet. It wasn't the right time.
Karin found them in that position. Ben was softly talking
to her and stoking her silky skin, freely weeping now in
his love and frustration. Sandi was curled up on his lap
like a little child, totally at ease, watching him speak,
reaching up occasionally to catch a tear falling from his
face.
Karin let them run their course until he was silent. She
touched him on the shoulder and motioned for him to give
Lady X to her. Karin lifted her friend easily and walked
towards the door. She grinned to herself as she noted the
size of the sleeping monster he was equipped with. Sandi
must have enjoyed that! She turned at the door.
"Please get dressed and come back to this room. There is a
shower in that room over there, if you want to clean up as
well. I wish to speak to you before you leave."
Karin carried Sandi to a bedroom upstairs. She unlaced the
tight corset and removed the boots from her legs. The hood
was eased off her head after loosening the laces in the
back. Karin ran her hands over her friend's body, looking
for any serious injuries. She found none, and that pleased
her. There were only the marks of well-whipped flesh. Ben
had been careful – and skillful. But she had known that
when she had found them together. Their passion was
evident, as was Sandi's dilemma.
Sandi threw her arms around Karin and sobbed into her neck
for several minutes. It was not from the pain, but the
sorrow. Her heart was breaking. She had found her true
love at last, but she couldn't have him, just as Karin had
found Sam, and lost him. The sobs wracked her slender
frame as Karin comforted her.
"SHIT! Love sucks!" Sandi muttered softly.
"I know, Honey. I know. You OK?"
"Yeah. God, he was good."
"Uh-huh, I’ll bet. Into the tub, then. Soak those stripes
for a while. I'll join you in a bit. I have to let our
guest out."
Sandi got into the large bathtub and eased her battered
frame down in the steaming water. Karin leaned over and
kissed her cheek before leaving the room.
Downstairs, the nervous patrolman paced across the room.
He froze when she entered the room. "Is she all right? Is
everything OK? I didn't her, did I?” He blushed at
the stupidity of that question. “Well, not too badly, I
mean." His concern for her was written all over his face.
Karin sat down before answering. She motioned him to a
seat as well. His heart sank. No one gave good new
sitting down.
"To answer your questions," she began, "Yes and No!"
His face paled at the thought he had his love. He
trembled and slumped in the chair.
"Her body is fine, nothing is broken or torn. You were
very careful with her. I thank you for that. It's her
heart, I'm afraid."
Karin smiled at him a sad smile he didn't understand.
"She's lost it to you and it's breaking in two."
He still didn't understand. She chuckled. Sometimes
were so stupid!
"Ben, she is in love with you!"
Light dawned in his eyes as her meaning finally sunk in.
She felt the same way he did! He lost all reason, jumped
up and started to run across the room. He had to go to
her, to see her, to soothe her aches and pains, to ease her
aching heart.
He started up the stairs.
"FREEZE!"
The command was followed by a click of a hammer being
pulled back. His policeman's training overrode his
genitals, and he froze.
"I can't allow you to see her."
He turned to her slowly. "But we love each other..."
"I'm sorry, Ben. I truly am." She lowered the gun and
moved it out of sight, as if it was never there. She
continued. "I know how you both feel, more than you’ll
ever know. It must be her decision to reveal herself to
you. She has a tremendous amount at stake, more than you
do, believe me. If you try to find out who she is, you
will never see her again. You could ruin her life, in many
ways.
"Please, accept what you do have now, for now. The time
you have and will still have in the future. Do not throw
that away. Later, well, later will take care of itself.
Don’t fuck this up." That last was said with a tinge of an
iron threat. It got through to him.
He nodded. Tears blurred his eyes as he made his way to
the front door and out to his car. He sat there for a long
time until he could control his weeping enough to drive
safely.
Karin watched until his car pulled away and went upstairs.
"Thanks for the gun, Sandi."
"Did you need it?"
"He was half-way up the stairs before he stopped."
Karin stripped her clothes off and slid in behind her
friend/lover. The two broken-hearted friends held each
other in their arms; each alone with her own thoughts of a
lost lover, each with a broken heart. They soaked away the
pains of the afternoon and of a lifetime.
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End of chapter
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