Chapter 1 – In Which We Meet Emily

Emily was a striking brunette in her early twenties. Not exactly pretty, but with a face that you’d suddenly realise was beautiful. Despite her age she was already an experienced connoisseur of most corners of the sexual arts. She’d lost her virginity young, and had been copulating pretty relentlessly ever since.

Her first fuck had been with an old man who’d found her, naked and crushing her  nipples with pliers, behind the sheds in her local park. He’d wrestled her to the floor and brutally taken her in what was, in fact, the lowest form of rape. Lying on the hard ground sobbing afterwards (sobbing in shock at her reactions), unable to bring her legs together thanks to the damage, she finally accepted she was probably ‘one of them’, the girl of playground rumour who could only experience true pleasure in situations like that or even worse. She’d masturbated several times a day for weeks afterwards, even shoving hairbrushes or candles into her ruptured pussy to try and recreate the pain.

The upshot of this brutal initiation was that, even with her earliest partners, both male and female, she’d tried, and enjoyed, some of the darkest perversions. Now, not much more than twenty, this innocent-looking ‘maiden’ had tried every perversity her not insubstantial imagination could devise. Choke-fucking or hard anal was nothing unusual or extreme to her - by her terms these activities were little more than standard foreplay - and would naturally lead to more exciting sexual activities including fisting, scat, bondage, humiliation and, usually, extreme S&M. For Emily sex and suffering were needed like food and air.

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When Emily met Nicole at her local S&M club they quickly became good friends, drawn together by a shared passion for experiencing sadistic torture. During the first full S&M party they attended together Nicole got herself beaten unconscious, and had one of her nipples badly mutilated. Emily loved watching Nicole being abused - and came repeatedly throughout that evening, watching as her friend screamed in pain - before she succumbed to her agony and lost consciousness. Emily felt wave after wave of erotic pleasure, imaging herself in the tormented girl’s place. Nicole, although totally exhausted by her abuse, enjoyed herself too. She was flushed with residual excitement when she regained consciousness, and they left the club together.

In the taxi home a hoarse and aching Nicole whispered to Emily her plans to join the most elite club for women like them – G.M.I.D.. Nicole told how she had been saving up for nearly a year to raise the extremely substantial membership fee. "It’ll definitely be worth it though.” she croaked into her friends ear, her throat still painful from her evenings adventures. “You’d better start saving now if you want to enjoy the most erotic experience in the whole universe. There’s nothing to match G.M.I.D.."

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.