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TPCLUB05 hurt then” She looked
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 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 and/or
physiologically improbable.
Also, as is the case with most of the in this
newsgroup, all the women in this are beautiful;
gorgeous, even. Gravity has not caused their to
droop nor have creased wrinkles their unblemished faces.
The (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 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. If you don’t, GO AWAY!
You have been warned!
If you enjoy this and feel the urge to post it on a
<free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for it.
So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy the
story!....?
NightShade
The President's Club
by NightShade
Chapter 5
first posted 4/97, major revision 12/98
Karin revived slowly. For long minutes she resisted the
persistent call of awareness and laid there in blissful
peace. But the call was too strong. So was her curiosity.
She allowed each of her senses to engage one by one.
Gradually, she became aware of her surroundings.
The first thing she noticed was that she was no longer
bound in any way and that all the pain seemed to be gone.
She felt as if she was floating, kind of. Opening a wary
eye, she saw she was in the large hot tub on her apartment
deck. The gently bubbling hot water soothed away the aches
and pains of the strange ordeal she had just gone through.
She felt safe, secure. She felt loved, for the first time
she could ever recall. It was an entirely new feeling for
her and scared her more than a little bit. There were too
many complications in her life to have to deal with that,
too.
Sam was sitting behind her in the tub, carefully keeping
her face out of the water by holding gently, but firmly
onto her breasts. He was continually amazed at the feel of
them in his grasp. It felt like they belonged there. He
sat there waiting for her to rejoin him, quietly whispering
into her ear, humming familiar lullabies, caressing her
hair and neck with soft kisses. Karin felt him behind her
and relaxed into him. She grinned to herself as she felt
his erection between them.
Turning her face to his, she smiled at him, then kissed him
long and hard, urgently. She raised herself up in the tub
and reached beneath her for his prick. When he tried to
remove his hands from her breasts, she pinned them lightly
against her sides under her arms. She liked them right
where they were. They seemed to fit just right.
Positioning herself carefully, she lowered herself onto his
erect manhood. When she was fully impaled, she leaned back
against his chest once again. She reached her arms up over
her head, providing him with full access to her body and
the freedom to explore it at will. She began to massage
his cock with her muscles. No other action was needed
as she slowly, rhythmically coaxed the out of his one-
eyed snake. They both knew there was still a long night of
fucking ahead of them.
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She rolled over in the rumpled bed. Strong sunlight was
assaulting the other side of the curtains, trying to force
reality into the isolated apartment. Slowly stretching her
arms above her head, she felt the deep satisfaction of
having been well fucked. She felt like the that had
eaten the canary and purred softly under her breath.
Noticing the emptiness in the bed next to her filled her
with a sudden panic, rudely jolting her to wakefulness. He
was gone!
She was halfway to the front door of the apartment when she
smelled the freshly brewed coffee and the peculiar
fragrance of burned toast. A quick peek into the kitchen
showed the table set for two, but no Sam. She heard the
shower start running and grinned.
Walking into the steamy bathroom, she was totally at ease
with her nakedness. It seemed natural around him. She
slipped silently into the shower enclosure, coming in
behind him. The water beating on his bowed head covered
the sounds of her entry and he was unaware of her presence.
She stood silently behind him, enjoying the chance to
observe him unawares. He was a handsome man, strong and
virile, the kind of that made hearts beat a
bit faster. As hers was doing now. Water beaded up across
his broad shoulders, then combined into streams and coursed
down his muscled back. She started to reach out to touch
the pale dimples of his ass cheeks, but stopped short,
wanting more time to memorize his image.
As she watched him standing there in the pulsing stream,
she suddenly felt as if she were intruding into something
very personal. His face, that part she could see, was a
picture of tormented indecision. That was something she
would not have expected to see there. He had exuded an
almost overpowering aura of strength in the short time she
had known him. To see him like this made him more human
somehow, more lovable. It was at that moment in the steamy
shower, that Karin lost her heart to this whose true
name she still did not know.
Karin cleared her throat. He didn’t hear her. Again. He
opened one eye and squinted at her under his armpit. His
pleasure at seeing her standing there, naked, was rapidly
apparent. She dropped her gaze to his swelling
appreciation, fascinated by the velvety hardness that had
given her so much pleasure the night before.
She moved up behind him. Her arms went around him, hugging
him close. Her hands explored his chest, as much a turn on
for her as her firm pressing into his back was for
him. Her sharp fingernails terrorized the skin around his
pectorals. He groaned, wiggling his butt slightly into her
tickling hair. She gave a laughing squeal, and
attacked his upper body with renewed vigor, her tormenting
fingers pinching lightly here, pulling a hair, kneading his
well defined muscles.
Reaching down with one hand, she picked up the bar of soap
and a hand towel. Savagely, she soaped his entire body,
leaving his skin a dangerous shade of red. She spared no
part of him and was extremely thorough, but she didn’t
dwell on his erect penis. He voiced his disappointment
when she clinically washed it and moved on. Her lilting
laughter enflamed his passions more than the magnificent
touch of her hardened nipples as they brushed back and
forth as she labored over him. She finished with his face.
He had steeled himself for an abrasive cleansing here, too.
She surprised him. Using just her fingertips sans
fingernails, she worked the soap into a lather, swirling
the tiny bubbles into his relaxed expression. She aimed
the jets from the showerhead over his face and removed the
last of the soap from him.
Sam remained standing with his eyes closed, savoring the
brief respite from a world that demanded so much from him.
Karin stood easily in front of him, pleased she had been
able to do this simple task for him. She looked up at his
relaxed face, so different from the tormented expression
she had seen him wearing earlier.
When he did open his eyes, she silently offered him the bar
of soap and the hand towel, lifting one eyebrow in a
teasing challenge. He accepted.
As he lathered up the hand towel with a fresh charge of
soap, she slowly lifted her hands and laced her fingers
behind her neck, simulating the posture he had put her in
on the dance floor. She spread her feet as far apart as
she could, bracing them against the walls on either side of
the shower stall. Her eyes never left his as she assumed
this position. When he nodded his satisfaction, that he
was pleased, she blushed with a rush of pleasure, giddy as
a schoolgirl.
Sam was as thorough with her body as she was with his. He
did, however, take the opportunity to linger over her
charms, almost to the point of obsession. Her skin glowed
with a hot fire as he moved from washing one area to the
next. It reflected the flames his ubiquitous touch ignited
in her core. When he finally stepped back, the last
patches of soap scum circling slowly around the drain, she
was literally shaking. She had closed her eyes as he had
washed her face and her eyes remained closed.
She heard the water shut off and felt the cool rush of
outside air as the door to the shower opened. A soft
towel, compliments of the previous tenant, had been placed
over the radiator. She melted into its warmth as Sam dried
her tingling body. She notice he patted her skin to dry
her, not rubbing as most males would have done. She
wondered where he had learned to do that, then realized it
didn’t matter. What mattered was that he cared enough to
take the time to do it with her.
When he had dried her and had used another towel to wind up
her long wet hair into a turban, he kissed her lightly on
the forehead. “Time to wake up!” He gently released her
interlaced fingers from behind her neck.
A small crack appeared in one tightly closed eye. She
caught him as he was staring at her tits. She giggled and
did a little shimmy for him, making the tips bounce
provocatively. With a playful slap on her flanks, he
chased her back into the kitchen, where the coffee had long
since finished brewing.
Sitting at the table with him seemed the most natural thing
to do. Even being naked didn’t seem out of the ordinary.
They kidded back and forth about unimportant things, both
of the comfortable with the other. He didn’t apologize for
the dark shade of the toast, but she could tell it bothered
him. There hadn’t been much else in the apartment suitable
for breakfast. She hadn’t bothered to stock the pantry.
She hadn’t been expecting overnight guests. He seemed
pleased when she admitted that to him, for some reason.
It would have been a perfectly idyllic morning, but Sam
suddenly farted. This was not something he was accustomed
to doing, even by himself. He had been reaching for his cup
of coffee. Karin had said something that struck him funny,
and he had chuckled. And then, ‘BLATTTTTT!’ Just like in
the cartoons. He was so surprised, he dropped the cup of
coffee. Which wouldn’t have been nearly as devastating, if
he had only been wearing some clothing. Hot fluid
splashing on your thighs, heading for higher ground, is not
a suave-inducing stimulus.
Karin hadn’t recognized the sound of passing gas, but she
would have undoubtedly identified it by smell in a short
time. She did, however, see the scalding hot coffee headed
for her favorite recreational area. She acted with
instinct and self-preservation as she grabbed a pitcher of
water and a towel. She dumped the water over the areas of
his legs where the coffee had landed, diluting the heat
with a torrent of water. Falling to her knees by his
chair, she began to blot at his wet thighs with the towel,
which was much too small to do any good.
She didn’t know when she recognized the telltale smell and
then associated it with the rude sound that started the
whole mess. But she did, and, in spite of the eye-watering
effects of the noxious gas, she started to giggle. She
snorted, actually, when she tried not to laugh at him.
Afraid she had offended him by snorting, she looked up.
His look of abject horror and embarrassment fueled her
funny bone. This time she just about blew a gasket trying
to keep from laughing.
Seeing she wasn’t totally grossed out, Sam began to laugh
himself, at himself. He didn’t realize that it was these
little imperfections that endeared him to her. Not that he
should go around farting. But he need a few chinks in that
shining armor to make him seem human.
For Karin, it was nice to know he was human, after all.
Although she had found that out earlier this morning when
she had worn him out in bed. Nothing she had done to or
for him could get him hard again. He had sheepishly
admitted defeat and promised her, if she would only let him
sleep that there would be more in the morning. Karin had
reluctantly given up her efforts to rouse him, and they had
snuggled down into the disheveled bed for some rest.
”How do you feel?"
The question came during a lull in the laughter. Its
seriousness marked a change in the direction of the
conversation. She stopped and took a minute to do a quick
self-assessment. "Fine," she answered, somewhat surprised.
"You were wonderful last night," she continued with a
giggle.
"So were you." He paused as he got serious. "Karin, you
seem to like your sex rough. Just how rough can you take
it?" He still wasn’t convinced she was a rookie at this.
That would just be too good to be true, and, as he had
learned the hard way, there was usually something wrong
with anything that looked that good. He didn’t consider
her marriage a problem. It had never stopped him before.
"I don’t know,” she said hesitantly. “I really have only
tied myself up. And once they tied me up and beat me in
the basement. They me then.” She looked up at him.
It didn’t make any difference to her why she had felt and
reacted as she had. She had liked the rough sex with him,
with her Sam, and she knew she wanted it again and again
and again. She answered his question as honestly as she
could.
“How rough do I like it? If it is with you, as rough as
you want. I, uh, well, I trust you," she ended simply.
She didn't say she loved him, but that was what she meant
to say. She thought she had better wait and see how things
turned out. Besides, this was all new to her, and on top
of that, she was a woman!
He thought about something for a moment, and she could tell
this was the important question. The one he had been
tormented by in the shower. were so funny. Even with
her limited experience, she could spot a nervous sweat.
With a wry smile, she watched him squirm as he struggled
with his question, shifting in his chair uneasily, clearing
his throat, tugging at his earlobe. Then he seemed to make
up his mind. She noticed the quickening of his pulse at
that ticklish spot at the base of his neck. Her tummy
flip-flopped, not knowing what was coming next, but knowing
she would do it without question and love it.
“Karin? Do you - “
“Yes.”
He raised an amused eyebrow at her. “May I finish?”
“I’m sorry. I’ll listen. But the answer is ‘Yes’ to
whatever you want to ask me.”
“Thanks for the warning!” He laughed, relaxing. Once
again, he posed the question. “Do you want to continue?”
He didn’t have to specify what he meant. She knew. With
her heart in her throat, she quietly answered, “Yes.”
There was no doubt in her voice.
He was silent for a while, as if weighing the truthfulness
of her answer. Then he continued. “If we continue, you
will only have one more chance to stop. After that, I will
decide what, how much and how long. In addition, you will
address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ at all times. Is that
clear?”
“Yes.”
He waited, looking at her expectantly.
“Oh! Yes, sir!”
“That will cost you. All lapses of obedience will be dealt
with harshly.” He stopped for a moment. “Karin, from this
point on this is not a game. Up to now, we’ve both been
dancing around. We’ve had some fun, a few laughs, and, if
I’m not mistaken, we’ve both enjoyed it. However, if you
take this next step, go with me to the next level, I will
expect you to obey me without hesitation. I will do to you
and with you what pleases me. You will not climax unless I
specifically permit it, regardless of the situation. Do
you understand?”
Karin sat quite still, her eyes wide. He was describing
something she had never even fantasized possible. Heaven.
Two tears leaked from her eyes and headed towards her chin.
From the crestfallen look on his face, it was clear he
misunderstood.
“Sir? May I speak?” Her voice was tiny.
“Yes.”
“What you are describing; I would be your slave, Sir? A
sex-slave, or something?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” She paused, thinking. “Sir? May I ask for one
favor? Please?”
“It would be unusual for a Master to grant conditions. But
let’s hear it.”
“I have a fantasy, Sir, this recurring in my head,
of being tied up in a certain way. If I describe it to
you, do you think you could, you know….? Please, Sir?”
She was quivering. It was hard for her to admit her
deepest secrets, even to him.
His outburst of deep laughter startled her. "OK, Karin.
Pack an overnight case. You can tell me in the car."
It was not a question or statement. It was a command from
her..., her..., her what? Her lover? Her friend? Her
Master? She didn’t know what the relationship was becoming
but she did not even think of hesitating or questioning his
absolute authority or his intentions. She packed a small
bag, with very few clothes. Her was really wet now.
While she was packing, Sam straightened the apartment. He
readjusted the lights, moved the heavy chair back to where
it had been originally. He also put all the toys he had
used away. The only item he kept was the corded whip. It
had proven very effective and he wanted to keep it. He
also retrieved a bag from his car parked in the garage
downstairs. He had about $175,000 in cash, his prize money
from last night. He didn’t want to take it with him or
leave it in the car. The banks, even his, was closed. He
found a loose seam in the couch and stuffed the bundles of
money in between the springs. He pulled the fabric back in
place and surveyed his work. Not bad, but it wouldn’t last
if the couch were moved. But it shouldn’t have to hold up
for long. Just a few days.
An hour later, after a telephone call to his secretary, and
a quick fuck with her leaning over the back of the leather
chair, they were on the road in his car. She sat as close
to him as she could get, curled with her feet drawn up
under her on the seat. His arm was draped across the back
of the seat and she had her head resting on his chest. She
was contented to let him take her wherever he wanted.
Occasionally she would slip a teasing finger in under his
shirt to twirl the hair on his chest. He smiled to himself
as he drove, his Cheshire grin inflaming her passion.
They had traveled for about two hours, out of the city,
through the endless suburbs, until they were winding up
into the mountains of a neighboring state. He pulled off
the road onto a graveled road and then onto a narrow dirt
path, the ruts bouncing them around his car as he hurried
to get it out of sight and into the cleverly camouflaged
parking area. The car could not be seen unless you were
standing right behind it. Even a view from the sky was
blocked.
Stopping the car, he tilted her head up to his and kissed
her.
"We walk from here." Again, it was a command.
He got her bag from the back and helped her out of the car.
"Stop. Turn around."
She did as he commanded.
Taking a length of cord from the trunk, he walked up behind
her. Pulling her wrists behind her back, he looped the
cord around them. He pulled the rope tight, and it dug
into her skin. This would leave marks before too long.
Next, another cord was looped around her elbows. It, too,
was pulled tight. Her elbows came together in the middle
of her back until they were touching. The discomfort this
caused her was incredible. Her position pushed her
out in front of her, her erect nipples just exposed over
the top of the low-cut he had told her to wear.
Sam had only allowed her to wear the small cotton tank top,
a pair of cut-off shorts and the 5” high-heels from last
night. He had modified her shorts so that they were
obscene. When he was done trimming the fabric, only the
fat central seam was remaining to run between her thighs
and that rode up tightly into her slit. The sides and back
of the shorts were cut high, too, so that both her ass
cheeks were glaringly exposed.
She felt little or no embarrassment being dressed as she
was. Because this was what he wanted. She would have gone
to the opera dressed like this.
The cord tied around her elbows was next looped around her
neck. He tied a slipknot in the cord and pulled the loop
tight. Her eyes opened wide at that, real fear visible in
them. Holding on to the end of the cord like a leash, he
started walking up the trail. He tugged on the cord
firmly, urging her to follow. The slipknot cinched up
tight against her windpipe and she lurched after him.
"Don't trip and fall," was all he said.
That was going to be easier said than done. Still
struggling for breath, she tried hard to focus on the rough
terrain of the narrow trail he was taking. It was not used
very much, and was occasionally crossed with roots
and fallen branches. Somehow she managed not to strangle
herself as they climbed up the side of the mountain for
about an hour. At last they approached a sturdy cabin set
up against a cliff.
He stopped in front of the door and worked the huge lock.
The smooth click told her it was obviously in good working
order. He hadn’t pulled her after him so she stayed right
where she was as he carried the bags into the cabin. He
was inside for some time. She waited, strangely calm,
given the circumstances. She looked up as he came out the
door and walked back to where she was standing. He seemed
pleased that she hadn’t moved but didn’t comment on it. He
bent slightly and kissed her on the lips.
"Karin. Listen to me very carefully. This is your last
chance to back out. After this, I won't ask you again nor
will I listen to your pleas for mercy. And you will plead
for mercy, believe me. So, are you in or are you out?"
She looked him deeply in the eye. Stunned at the intensity
of the emotions she saw there, she turned to look out over
the scenic vista at the front of the mountain cabin. She
turned back to her lover.
"I’m in."
He smiled at her and kissed her tenderly. As he kissed
her, he undid the snap of her cut-offs and slowly,
teasingly unzipped them. She wiggled her hips impatiently
to help him and the obscenely cut shorts fell to the ground
around her feet. She stepped out of them and kicked them
away from her, naked from the waist down but for her shoes.
She felt the cold steel of a hunting knife sliding along
the skin between her breasts. In her forced posture, the
stressed fabric of her stretched between the two huge
mounds. It was cut like butter by the razor sharp knife.
In seconds, she stood nude in front of him.
He stabbed the big knife into a log on the side of the
cabin several feet above her head. Pulling on the cord
around her neck, he forced her to stand with her face
pressed up against the rough logs. He tied the cord from
around her neck to the handle of the knife.
He had retrieved some more rope and a couple of tent stakes
when he had gone into the cabin. He pounded the stakes
into the ground, one to each side of her, and tightly tied
her feet so that they were spread far apart. She was
forced to stand on the very tips of the toes of her high
heels and the strain in her calves made them stand out even
more than the high heels did.
"You can scream up here and no one will hear you..."
She had wondered why he had not gagged her. He seemed to
enjoy her helplessness to communicate with him.
"...but then I'd have to listen to you caterwauling, so
we'll just put this in here for now," he continued, as he
shoved a large phallic gag into her mouth. Two straps
around her head secured it deep within her mouth.
He threaded a cord between her body and the wall. Pulling
the cord up under her tits, he looped the cord over and
around them in a figure ‘8’, then pulled it tight. The
thin cord bit into the soft pliant tit flesh. The large
orbs stood out even more than they normally would as they
were pulled and smashed against each other. He tied the
ends of that cord behind her neck. Any backward motion by
her head pulled the rope tighter. The slipknot he tied
there would slowly strangle her off her chest.
His finger ran down her ass crack to explore her asshole.
She began to moan with arousal and tried to hump back onto
the inquisitive finger. Reaching farther around under her,
he found her sopping slit. Putting two of his large
fingers together, he jammed them upwards and buried them up
to the palm of his hand. The suddenness of the assault
took her breath away. He started roughly sawing them in
and out until her body began to respond to the crudely
erotic actions.
Seeing the response he was waiting for, he stepped back
from her and exposed his ramrod-hard prick. Quickly, he
jammed his cock into her steamy twat. He got about six
inches buried into her and had to move in and under her to
shove in the last four. Each thrust lifted her up off her
toes and mashed her into the rough exterior of the log
cabin wall. The logs she was smashed up against were
placed just right so that by chance her stiffened nipples
began to work their way insidiously into the crack formed
by two of the logs. As he continued to fuck into her, her
nipples began to swell even larger and stiffer from the
arousal of the fucking and his rough treatment of her.
Each ramming thrust pounded her into the wall, shoving
her pliable further and further into the crack.
Eventually, her nipples became firmly embedded in the
narrow crevasse between the upper and lower logs, held fast
by their swollen state.
He shifted suddenly, throwing his hips from side to side
while he was buried to the hilt in her steaming cunt. This
side-to-side motion amplified itself as her upper her upper
body was whipsawed back and forth. Her elongated nipples
slid along the narrowing crack, pinching them in tighter,
even without the increased swelling.
Given the rough hewn logs that made up the cabin, it was
not surprising that the sharp point of a huge sliver jammed
into the side of one of her nipples, skewering it clear
through on one of his more forceful thrusts into her cunt.
This painful situation, unintended by him, set of fireworks
of pain and, strangely, pleasure in her body. She shook
violently as she climaxed for the first time at the cabin.
Her squeezed tightly around his cock as she came.
Grunting franticly through her gag, she urged him to fuck
her faster and harder.
He plowed into her clasping harder and faster, racing
toward his own finish. Panting and jerking, his cock
spewed his slippery deep into her pussy. Once, twice,
three, four times his squirted into her. He couldn't
believe it when his prick caught a second wind and poured
another three spurts into her milking cunt.
"Shit! This is special, all right. My prick is still
stiff," he thought in amazement.
He pulled out of her and stuffed his prick back into his
pants. She remained hanging on the wall for a few painful
seconds. Her feet no longer were in contact with the
ground. She was being help up only by her pinched, and now
terribly stretched, nipples. When they did finally pull
free of the grasp of the logs, the large sliver broke off
the log and remained skewered through her nipple, looking
like a small harpoon through a tiny rosy whale. The pain
of her tortured, stretched flesh flashed straight through
to her brain, blossoming into a fireball.
As she passed out from the sudden pain, her knees gave way.
She slumped towards the ground, strangling herself on the
cord around her neck. Re-acting quickly, he caught her up
under her arms and raised her up, propping her against the
wall. Reaching up, he pulled the knife out of the wall and
loosened the cord that was tight around her neck. He used
the knife to slash at the ropes binding her ankles to the
tent stakes. He quickly picked her up and tossed her like
a limp doll over his shoulder. He carried her like that
into the cabin and laid her gently on the bed.
That was when he first noticed the small trickle of dried
blood that had run down over her when the sliver
impaled her nipple. Grimacing at the unintended pain she
had felt, he carefully leaned over and licked the blood
away. Then he gently cleaned the wound, but left the large
wooden sliver in place.
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