Chapter 4 – The Club

After a quick shower, Adam announced his intention to see the town. Remembering George's instructions, Ruth gave him directions to The Pain Zone and suggested he look in during the afternoon.

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It was nearly three before Adam finally made it to The Pain Zone. After the rural life he’d led, the centre of even a small town was exciting in itself, without any other attractions. Most of the streets were filled with shops selling everyday goods and conventionally dressed people. Even so there were signs of the new world he’d discovered almost everywhere: Shops selling bondage gear and torture implements, posters for several clubs (The Pain Zone prominent among them), and even, just after lunchtime, a half-naked woman being dragged down the street by hooks stuck through her breasts.

The Pain Zone itself was located in an alley just off the main square. A quiet red brick frontage in a row of similar buildings, only the black and scarlet sign to the right of the door marked it out.

George himself answered Adam's knock on the door and ushered him into a spacious entrance hall, decorated in a deep carmine, the walls hung with black-and-white photographs. "Well, what do you think?"

Adam peered at the nearest print, of a woman in only stockings and high heels being hung by her breasts, "I think this is my kind of place!"

"Come through and see the club itself."

Adam's eyes darted around as they entered the main room of the club, anxious not to miss anything. Informal groups of armchairs, sofas and low tables were scattered around. A low stage jutted out from the far wall into the centre of the room, surrounded by pairs of armchairs for those who didn't want to miss any of the performance.

"Shall we get a drink?" suggested George, indicating a well-stocked bar to their right.

Over drinks George explained the job he was offering. He was looking for a new backstage manager to ensure every evening's entertainment went smoothly. As they chatted about what would be involved, Adam's mind was drawn back to the conversation he'd had over breakfast.

"George, I hope I'm not overstepping the mark, but I had a rather interesting conversation with your wife over breakfast about how she wants to thank you, and I really need to make sure it's okay with you."

George looked at him with a reassuring smile, " If it was a suggestion from Ruth, I'm pretty sure I'll love it."

"I hope so. She was telling me she hoped to be snuffed on stage here. Your daughters wanted to do it, and Ruth asked me if I'd direct them."

"Bloody hell! They never cease to surprise me." George looked delighted. "And you will do it, won't you?"

"I'd love to. And knowing it's for you and Ruth, who have both been so generous, will please me even more."

"Wow! I knew Sian would be up for something like this, she's always been fascinated by torture snuff, and she is a bit of a performer, but Beth and Emily have always been quite shy in public."

"No, they were all really up for it. When I left they were discussing what to wear."

George's face fell a little, "Of course they're all under fifteen, we’re not supposed to have performers that young, I nearly lost my license when my friends 12-year-old snuffed her aunt." his face brightened, "We'll hold it on a Wednesday, the club's closed then and it'll be a private party."

"And that's okay?"

"Oh yes." George reassured him, "It's only an employment law thing. As a private party it won't count as work."

They fixed the date for a week on Wednesday, subject to Ruth's approval, and George disappeared to ring his wife and start inviting their friends and family. He left Adam with Becky, one of the stage assistants, to show him the ropes (and whips, and spikes, and knives).

"This is our tilting saltire cross, it's the most popular item. Straps for ankles, wrists, thighs, biceps, head, neck and body, once someone's tied on they're not moving You can set the arms of the cross in any position and tilt it to any angle, including upside down."

Adam had had a very instructional couple of hours. Becky had shown him the rooms behind the stage, stocked with almost every device for torture and restraint imaginable. She'd even demonstrated some wicked toothed nipple clamps and a spiked dildo on herself, Adam's interest in a vast selection of canes meant she'd be standing for the rest of the day. They were in the last room, filled with the larger items of torture furniture, and Adam's mind was racing with all the ideas he'd acquired on the tour.

"Thanks Becky, I'm sure I'm going to love working here. I just hope I can remember everything. Will you be around to help me out until I get the hang of it?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Adam. I promised my neighbour he could take me up on stage tonight to celebrate his promotion, and he's always been a bit heavy-handed. He choked his wife to death when he only meant to face-fuck her. I don't think I'm going to survive the night."

Adam looked at Becky, smiling contentedly, and, once more, thanked his stars for guiding him here.

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Ruth was pleased with George's suggestion of a private party. Her delight in public humiliation meant being degraded in front of a crowd of friends and family suited her perfectly. The girls were delighted as well, and the elder two rushed into town to select new lingerie (Sian wanted to stick with her catsuit). Between his new job, and planning for Wednesday's performance, Adam was both delighted and exhausted.

By Friday night they were all exhausted. After the girls had gone to bed, Adam and Ruth relaxed on the sofa. Ruth filling him in on who would be attending.

"And, of course, my parents will be there. My mother's in a wheelchair again, dad broke her pelvis with a new expanding dildo he'd just bought. I don't know how she's still alive really. I know he's not into deliberate snuff, but he's never gone easy on her."

Their conversation was interrupted by George coming home. He was hand-in-hand with a young girl, ginger haired and freckle-faced.

"Sally!" Ruth started, "George is she...?"

"Yes, you know my type." George grinned. "I'll need a ginger cunt to wreck when you're gone."

The young girl, Sally, was looking pretty nervous, but she sounded excited as she said, "Daddy said I could come even though I was a virgin until last month, and George has promised to give me my first buggering tonight to celebrate."

"You're lucky Sally, with George you won't shit straight for a week." she turned to Adam, "Sally is Malcolm's daughter, George's business partner. It was her 12th birthday last month and Emily was at the party when she got deflowered."

"You ready for next Wednesday then, Adam?" George enquired.

"I hope so. Working at the club this week has given me some great ideas. So long as I do better than that neighbour of Becky's."

"That was pretty terrible." George agreed. "Killing her almost straight off like that, she didn't get to suffer at all."

“You did suggest he didn’t use the special dart set. Six inch long points,” Adam sighed, “He was fine aiming at her tummy and cunt, but when he went for those little tits you knew it was going to end badly.”

George smiled, “Or quickly at any rate. Talking of little tits, I think I should try out our latest addition. Come along Sally, and you Ruth. Time to compare your reactions to some new nipple clamps I’ve just been given.”

George and Ruth retired to their bedroom with Sally. When Adam retired to bed himself, a few minutes later, he could hear the girl whimpering as he passed their door.

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That weekend Ruth, George and Sally hardly emerged from the bedroom. Emily, her pussy now healed, encouraged Adam to see, at first hand, how painful sex would always be after a brutal deflowering. But it was with Beth that Adam really got a chance to practice for Wednesday.

Her mother had been right about Beth. She willingly took all the degrading abuse and pain he offered, only asking that her arsehole was saved until it could be taken in a public performance. When Adam had left Beth a sobbing wreck, bleeding from her pussy, covered in piss, and choking on his shit, he knew he was ready.

He turned to Sian, who, as usual, was watching fascinated as her older sister was defiled, and asked, "Do you think you're ready to do this to your mother?"

"Oh yes! I can't wait!" Sian was wide-eyed with excitement, "And that's going to be me soon as well. After we snuff mummy I'm going to get fucked. I'm going to see if Uncle John will do it, he's hung like daddy so I might get lucky."

How quickly I have settled in, thought Adam. Hearing this 9-year-old girl saying she hopes to be fucked to death in public delights me, but doesn't surprise me.

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.