The Trip - Chapter 1 - ADVENTURES IN EUROPE

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Fred and Vicky were vacationing in Europe, Germany to be exact, when 
Vicky overheard a couple talking about a club on the outskirts of town, 
the Zeno Club. One that caters to sexual desires and has become quite a 
famous theater for the sexual acrobat. As a matter of fact one spoke only 
English and that's how Vicky over heard the conversation. Being the 
forward type Fred introduced himself and asked about what Vicky had 
heard.

The English speaking German invited Fred to come and to bring his friend 
Vicky,"that is if she is not a prude". Well Vicky is anything but a 
prude. In fact she is quite a fond of sexual exploits, Anything "kinky" 
suits her, so she was delighted when we received the invitation.

We arrived at the club at about 8:00 PM, It was a medieval castle or maybe
just a villa, about 15 miles outside of Frankfurt, When we arrived in 
our rented car, we were met by a valet who took our car and recognizing 
our names ushered us inside.  The Villa had a large receiving room where 
a large man in an Arabian type loin cloth took our coats and led us in to 
the "testing area" where we had to give a blood sample.  We were numbered 
on the arm with indelible ink and taken to the bar area. We were told the 
show would not start for a while and to make ourselves comfortable.

In the bar area we were greeted by a beautiful brunette wearing only gold 
chains. They were attached to rings in her nipples, in her navel, and one 
through her clitoris. She also wore a gold padlock through her outer 
labia securing her vagina from intrusion. I found out later what this was 
for. None of these adornments seem to hinder her mobility for she 
scurried about the room waiting on one guest after guest.

After we were seated, had been served and our eyes had gotten used to the 
low light, we saw that there were several of these girls, all similarly 
attired. Some with more adornment and some with less. But I did not see 
any without the pad lock.  As we sipped our drinks, we began to look at 
our fellow theater goes. There attire was quite wild.  Some unbelievable. 
One couple came in, he dressed as a Sultan except he only had on a turban. His 
fairly large belly was supported by a wide belt and his testicles were in 
a gilded sack with the penis outside. It had a gold chain threaded 
through little holes pierced in the foreskin. He was leading a girl with 
a chain attached to a ring through her privates. This one was a little 
different, It went vertically down through the opening in her labia and 
came out between her legs. The piercing was through the flesh between her 
vaginal opening and her anus. That was not all, she had piercings all 
over her body. Each nipple had a large ring through it, not through the 
tip but back through the areola. In addition each nipple had four 
piercings spaced equally around the edge of the areola and a gold ring 
threaded through. It gave a round support to the nipple. The breasts were 
firm and stood up well in spite of their about "B" size. They must have 
been fortified with surgery.

Many more, say about 100, came in in all sorts of wild and nude attire. 
Most was not clothing, it was body decoration. There was a lot of 
tattooing and that was wild too. The attendees were of ages from mid 
twenties to obviously sixties with most in their late thirties to early
forties.

As we had driven up, we saw others that had come in coats or cloaks.
Now we knew why. We were way over dressed even though Vicky had on a mini-
skirt, halter and no underwear. I had a tee shirt and shorts and no underwear.
We were told to come very casual and be prepared to shed our cloths. We spent 
about a hour in the bar while the other guests arrived and then we were 
ushered into the main room. As we entered, we were checked off the blood 
test list. Everyone was checked for AIDS and lot of other things 
including drugs. Alcohol in moderate amounts is all that was served.

It was a theater in the round. The stage was round, and on the ceiling 
was a frame with hooks, pulleys and ropes attached.  There were loops and 
attachments in the floor. We later learned that the seats revolved 
around the stage so every one could get a good view.  There were two TV 
screens in each booth, one in each corner, one showing the front of the 
stage and one showing the back. At all times you could see everything and 
see closeups on the TV screens.

The seats around the stage were elevated up so that every seat could see. 
The seats were in roomy boxes and were not seats but a couch that you 
could lie down on if you wished. The walls were high enough to provide 
privacy from your neighbors.

A large guy with nothing on but boots, a large belt and a leather sack 
for his scrotum came on to address the crowd. He said the show would 
have two preliminary acts and the main act. Madam Lorry would endure 
the water torture for us tonight as the main act. This act is so 
demanding that she can only do it once a month. We are extremely 
fortunate he said. He then explained that all the girls with the pad 
locks were available for use during and after the show.  We had but to 
purchase a key. We could buy the key by the hour or for the evening.  
Vicky and I decided that if we could get one that spoke English, we would 
like her for the evening. I went to the bar and was fortunate to get the 
key to a very attractive German blond about 25 who spoke English.

Our blond's name was Greta. When she came over, she gave me her key and asked  
me to remove the lock, a task I took to quite willingly.  Vicky looked on  
and supervised. Greta's labia were pierced about midway with holes about  
1/4" in diameter.  Her pubic area was devoid of hair; in fact it was as  
smooth as her face. I asked if she shaved it daily, she said no, the  
area had been waxed, as had the rest of her body.

She had several tattoos. Her public area had a large butterfly placed so 
that the body of the butterfly was her vaginal opening. Her inner labia
were tattooed bright green making the body of the butterfly bright 
green. The wings were very colorful as  they spread out on her inner 
thighs and lower abdomen. On her breasts were tattooed flowers - a 
beautiful rose on the right and an orchid on the left. Her navel was 
pierced - must have been four times - and adorned with rings and a gold 
chain that went  around her waist. Her waist was pierced on each side so 
that the chain could be held up on each side.  An additional chain  went 
from the navel down and through the ring in her clitoris between the 
labia and up to attach in the back thus chaining her vulva and anus.

Greta had a small bag with her, that contained various tools, lotions and 
creams. I asked what she was prepared to do and she said, "Almost anything
you can think of." She told us that she could be with us for the evening 
except for about 30 to 45 min. It seems she was one of the preliminary 
acts, the first as it turned out. Her act was that she and one other 
girl were to be suspended by their breasts with ropes from the pulleys in 
the ceiling.

A curtain was lowered, the house lights were lowered. The spots and other 
lights were raised and the curtain was brought up. There hanging about 
three feet above the floor were these two beautiful blonds, suspended by 
soft ropes, wrapped several times around each breast and one time around 
the back. From this was attached a hook in the center between the 
breasts. The girls had on short boots with steel loops attached at the 
ankles.

After the curtain was up, the MC came out. He took two steel tubes about 
five feet long, with snap hooks on each end. He went over to Greta, 
hooked one end to the left ankle and spread her legs out until he could 
hook the other end to the right ankle. He proceeded to do the same to the
other girl.

Now having both girls hanging by their breasts and with their legs spread 
about as far apart as possible, he went to the table and picked up a 
device that looked like a ball about two inches in diameter and with a 
rod and hook attached.  He took the device to Greta, placed his fingers 
in her vagina and shoved the ball up inside, rotating the hook as if 
tightening; in fact that is what he was doing. The rotation caused the 
ball to get larger so that it would not come out.

The MC then took two padlocks and threaded each one through the two sets 
of holes in her labia. This done he took a chain and hooked it with an 
eye bolt to the loop protruding from Greta's vagina. The chain was 
attached to one of the power winches in the ceiling. The MC did the same
to the other girl while Greta hung by her breasts.

Having rigged both girls and now, with the aid of three assistants, he 
started the power wenches and lifted the girls up by their vagina thus 
having them suspended by their vaginas and breasts. He suspended them for 
a few minutes and then lowered them head down so that they were hanging 
up side down by their vaginas. He lowered them to the floor and there was 
a thunderous applause as both girls were set free of their ropes. Greta 
returned to our booth, to my amazement still wearing the ball. Vicky and 
I were amazed at how well she seemed to feel. We could not believe anyone 
could endure such a thing let alone feel good afterwards. Then Greta 
told us the secret. The attachment to the breasts was arranged so that  
the weight was transferred to the wide rope around her back and not on 
the breast. The chain that hooked to the loop from the ball in the vagina 
came by and touched the pipe fastened to the boots. There was a hook in 
the pipe that caught the chain and took the load. The ball was in the 
vagina above the pubic opening in the pelvis and when it was inserted, it 
was expanded so that it could not come out, but to hang by it would have
been excruciatingly painful.

Greta sat up on the couch, spread her legs and asked "Who is going to 
take this thing out so we can get on with the show?"

Vicky looked at me and I said "Tell me what to do."

Greta handed me the key.  "Start by taking the locks out then unscrew the
hook loop until it is small enough to pull out." This I did and all came
out surprisingly easily.

Vicky was massaging Greta's breasts and surprised to see very little 
damage. "Would you like me to tie your breasts?" she asked Vicky. I have
some soft rope in my bag. Vicky agreed enthusiastically. It only took a 
few minutes to tie up her breasts. They soon turned a bright red and 
became hard. I had Vicky's skirt off by now and was playing with her
clitoris. Her vulva became very wet.

I asked if Greta could put the ball in Vicky. She said "It all depends,
if she is large enough or elastic enough to be stretched."  Vicky agreed to
try and Greta proceeded. It took a little doing. Greta had to stretch the
opening using a medical extender.  Vicky said it felt fantastic. She had never 
felt so filled. Greta found a weight of about three pounds in her bag, 
and hung it on the loop protruding from Vicky. She almost swooned, became 
very hot and reached a climax. We put the toys away for the moment and 
went back to the show. The curtain went up, the house lights dimmed and 
the stage lights came on.

There in the middle of the stage was a table similar to the tables 
Doctors use to examine ladies except that there was a post on each side 
extending up beside where the legs would be.  Standing by the table was 
the man with the Turkish get up we had seen coming in, the one 
leading the girl by the vagina.  She lay on the table. Her ankles were 
cuffed and attached with leather straps to the posts. Her wrists were 
attached on the side of the table. There was a little head and neck 
support with a strap at the neck. A medical cart filled with tools was 
beside it.

The MC announced that this was to be an enlargement demonstration
by the Barron and his lady. He is going to show how large the vagina and 
anus can be stretched. The girl was up on the table with her legs spread 
as wide as possible, strapped in place. Her legs were lifted and strapped
at the ankles to the posts and the posts were cranked out at an angle so
that her privates were spread and displayed to the audience. Her hands were
strapped to the sides of the table. The table was tilted at such an angle
that every part of her could be seen by the audience. The TV cameras gave
excellent close ups of the areas being displayed, one from the top down on
her belly and one straight in. Her nipples were pierced and ringed, and
these were attached to bungee cords going to the leg posts, thus extending
the breasts up and outward. The leash was taken out of her vagina ring, the
ring removed and the inside liberally lubricated with jelly.  The same was
done to her anus. The Barron selected a medium sized dildo, about two inches
across, and inserted it into the vagina; he did the same to her anus. He used
one in each hole. These were pretty long and he pushed them way up into each
opening. He removed the dildos and replaced them with spreading tools used by 
Doctors.

Slowly he spread them as far as they would go.  Close up video of the girl's 
face told that it was painful but she did not scream. Greta said the she 
seldom made any noise. The instrument was removed from the vagina and 
replaced with a wine bottle. This bottle was about three inches in 
diameter and nine inches long up to the neck. He inserted the bottle 
bottom first and slowly pushed it in till only the small neck was protruding.
Then with the bottle still there, the instrument in the anus was removed and 
replaced with the Barron's hand. He worked his fingers in, slowly four 
fingers then five fingers and finally the hand up to above the wrist. He 
pushed back and forth and each time the arm went in a little more till it 
was up to part of his forearm.  All this with the bottle still in her 
orifice. In fact the bottle was so far in that only the small neck was 
showing.

Greta said, this girl was noted for doing this, she suspected she had had 
surgery to make it possible. The Barron slowly removed his arm and hand 
from her anus and it appeared to go back to normal. How after that, I 
don't know how.

Now the real show started. He slowly removed the bottle from her vagina 
and lubricated his hands well. Slowly he worked his fingers, first four, 
then five then up over the wrist to the forearm. He continued to pump 
back and forth, first pulling back only to the wrist then to the whole
hand then he made a fist and pulled back to that. Then he plunged the fist 
in and out, in and out. All this time the girl looked like she was 
enjoying it.

The Barron took booth hands and putting his palms together and pushed 
them in up to the wrist, then back and forth and each time a little 
further. He stopped to add more lubricant, putting both hands in and this 
time slowly, very slowly he pulled them out but he had made a fist.


The Barron still had more. He took a round cylinder from the cart that 
was more than four inches across and not flexible, he  held it up
for her to see and asked  "Are you ready for this?", she said "yes".
The cylinder was tapered at both ends. One end had a rod with an eye
that stuck out, about like an eye bolt on it. The whole thing was, 
including the four inches long in the middle, about eight inches over all.  
The diameter in the middle was about four inches.

The Barron placed the lubricated cylinder in her vaginal opening and 
pushed. He got it in a little bit then he raised a support piece on the
end of the table and attached the eye to it.  The attachment was flexible
but it would not give back and forth. He released  her hands. She held 
on to the sides however. He tilted the table up slowly, allowing the 
girl's weight to force the cylinder into her.  She could control it some 
with her hands but not altogether. The tilting continued until she was 
almost vertical, but with her legs spread out and wide.  The cylinder 
slowly entered her private cavity until at last it would go no further.  
The girl's entire weight was on the cylinder and it was embedded all the 
way into her vagina.  Only the rod was protruding.  At this point, the 
Barron reversed the tilting mechanism so that she lay on her back again, 
but still with the cylinder embedded in her.  He released the end of the rod,
unstrapped her legs and helped her up. She stood up, and took a few 
careful steps with support. The rod still sticking out of her. Next a 
the table was removed and a frame was lowered.  The girl's wrist manacles
were attached to hooks on cables and she was hoisted up on her toes.

Then, her ankles were attached to hooks in the floor and her legs spread 
apart about four feet. She was in a fixed position with the rod 
protruding from her vagina.  At this point the Baron asked, "Shall we 
continue?" She nodded her head 'yes'. He took a large weight and hung it 
on the rod, he added a second and a third, then the rod began to move.  
Slowly it came out and finally fell to the floor. There was applause.

The MC announced, "And now we shall see how large she is".  The girl 
knelt on the bench, Her ass was lubricated again and a rack of billiard 
balls was brought in. The master stepped up and inserted the "1" ball, 
then the "2"ball and the "3" and the four. He stopped and the girl stood 
up, massaged her abdomen and knelt down again. The master inserted the 
"5" ball but slowly and not so easily.  Then he started the "6" ball but 
did not get all the way in.  The girl placed her hand behind her back on 
the ball and stood up.  She pushed it all the way in.  Now she took the 
"7" ball, knelt down and the master started it. Again, she placed her 
hand on it and stood up pushing it all the way in but with more 
difficulty. This time she massaged her abdomen, pushing upward. She 
knelt again, inserting the "8" ball. She stood up and it went in with 
great difficulty. Again she massaged her abdomen but did not try for the 
nine; instead she inserted the nine into her vagina followed by the "10" 
and the "11". With this she stopped. There was applause and she walked 
around the room, stopping at the tables. We examined her with our hands.  
The balls could be felt in her abdomen. Now she went back to the tables 
for a second round. At each table she expelled a ball close up for all 
to see.  We got the six ball. After each ball, she was given a tip of the 
equivalent of twenty dollars.

During this performance, I became very aroused.  Greta noticed and, 
facing the stage, bent over offering me her favors from the rear so that I 
could still watch the stage. I entered her and she was wonderful. She 
massaged my member with her vagina in a way that I had to expend no 
energy to climax. Later, she noticed that Vicky was aroused. She laid  
her back on the couch and brought her to climax with her tongue.

Intermission:  This was the break before the main event, although I don't 
know how that could be topped. At any rate we were to take an 
intermission, go to the rest room if necessary and be treated to some 
refreshments.

The refreshments were delivered in a very unusual way.  Nude girls with 
trays attach at the waist and suspended with chains to a ring in each 
nipple, served the drinks. That was not all. The drinks were a body 
temperature wine mixture dispensed from a tube leading from the girl's 
vagina.  Greta explained, each girl had a plastic bag with a tube 
attached, embedded in her vagina.  The bag had a hard disk shaped front 
that kept it in when she pressed it with her abdominal muscles to expel 
the wine.  The bags were inserted without any air in them and filled with
a pump to as great a pressure as the girl was comfortable with. The tube 
had a valve on the end used to turn it on and off. With practice, one 
could carry about a liter and a half. The drink was quite good. Sweet 
but fruity.

Intermission ended and the curtain came up. In the center of the stage 
was an exquisite lady, about forty, clad only in chain adornments to her
nipples and navel- Madam Lorry. A lady clad in a leather halter and mask 
and three men attendants were on the stage. The attendants were clad 
only in scrotum bags and belts. The lady in the mask was the one who was 
to administer this torture and the men were her helpers. Above the stage 
and on the floor were cables with hook attachments for securing the 
madam's feet and wrists.

The masked lady took Madam Lorry by the hand and fastened cuffs to her 
wrists and ankles. She fastened Madam Lorry to the cables above her and 
on the floor. A table was placed in front of the Madam and she was bent 
over it.  Her anus was lubricated and a fairly large tube with a ball end 
was forced up her anus, ball end first so that it would not come out 
easily. This done, the cables were tightened until she was spread
tightly in an eagle shape, her feet being spread about three feet and her 
arms about the same. Then a tube about 1/4" diameter was forced up 
her urinary opening and secured to the ring in her clitoris with a small 
chain that was secured to it. The ends of these tubes were placed in a 
large transparent tub where we could see whatever came out.

To set the stage for this reenactment, the masked lady now came out with  
a whip. She gave Madam Lorry several lashes across her belly, her breast 
and her ass, enough to make red marks but not severe.

This done, the water torture was prepared. A smell tube was passed 
through her nose and into her windpipe so that she could breath. This 
was hooked to an Oxygen tank. In medieval days this was not done. If the 
victim suffocated so be it.

Now she was asked to swallow a ridged tube about one inch in diameter, 
all the way to the stomach.  Once this was in place, a large, clear 
funnel was attached. Now the fun began. A bucket of liquid was poured 
into the funnel. It was poured and poured until you could see her belly 
extending, and still more was poured. How much? Greta said about ten 
liters, or about two and one half gallons. They stopped pouring, finally 
it all went down. Madam Lorry just hung there with her belly extended. 
This went on for about twenty minutes and then, a little at first, and 
then in a great gush, fluid came out of both her tubes.  When this 
happened they poured more into the funnel. It was flushing through her.  
They must have put ten gallons through her before they stopped and 
removed the funnel and throat tube. She was about half out of it, a 
little limp hanging on the ropes. They waited until she revived, took 
her down, and removed all the tubes. She stood up, smiled and bowed to 
thunderous applause.

During the last act, we all got very excited. Greta was noticeably so.
Vicky placed her on the couch and by manipulating her clitoris and 
putting her hand into Greta's vagina, brought her to a bone shaking
climax. Vicky was my problem and I hers, so we brought each other to 
climax.

We asked Greta what she did during the day. She told us that she was a
student at the university studying nursing and she had the summer off, so 
we asked if, other than working here three nights a week, was she free and 
could she spend some time with us for a week or what ever. She said she 
would be delighted, that she liked us very much. Vicky asked if she 
would go to the hotel with us tonight. Greta accepted but added that she 
lived in a villa for the summer. She was house sitting and had lots of 
room, could we come stay with her? We accepted.

That night we all had a wonderful time. At my age, I could not keep up 
with the ladies but where I failed, they took over. In the light, 
Greta's body was wonderful. Her whole body had been waxed, pubic 
hair,legs, everything. She was as smooth as a baby every where.  We 
asked if the waxing was painful and how often does it have to be done. 
Greta said, the first time it as quite painful, especially in the pubic
area, but the clinics uses a mild antithetic and it is not bad at all.  
Waxing subsequent times are not bad unless you wait too long.

Greta's piercings and tattoos were beautiful, and the way she handled the 
breast tying and the vagina insertion. We asked how she learned to do 
it. Her answer was surprising. She went to a Doctor who specialized in
such things. His name is Dr. Eric Von Kaplan, a plastic surgeon who 
decided to specialize in sex related improvements. Greta had had her 
breasts lifted so they do not sag. Her vagina and anus have been 
enlarged so she can use them for many sexual pleasures. Her clitoris has 
been pierced and the nerves sensitized so she comes quickly. She goes to
his clinic regularly for special exercise. All of the girls working at
the club go there. Vicky's first question was "Can we go?"

"Of course, we'll go tomorrow" was Greta's answer.

Greta's tattoo of a butterfly on her pubic area and inner thighs was 
beautiful work. I wanted to know where it came from. Dr. Eric, was the 
answer. "You mean he is a tattoo artist, this is excellent work".

"No  but he has two or three good ones on his staff. They will work on you at 
the clinic if you wish", Greta related.

The next day, we had a quick breakfast, packed our things, checked out of 
the hotel and drove to Greta's villa. It was on the outskirts of town in 
a hilly section with winding roads. It was surrounded with a high wall. 
The gate was operated by a remote control. Greta opened the gate and we 
drove into a small courtyard with garages for several cars on one side 
and the front entrance on the other. We went in and were greeted by a 
butler and house keeper, fairly young, I'd say their middle thirties. I 
later asked why Greta was needed, her answer was that the owner liked her 
and besides, he preferred to have someone in charge other than the help. 
So Greta was in charge.

We were shown to a spacious room overlooking a patio with a pool. Greta 
suggested we take a swim before we started out for the afternoon. That 
sounded good to me, so we met at the pool in our suits. Greta's was 
something to behold, it was a little string number but it was colored so
that while it covered her tattooed labia, it replaced it in color so the 
effect was that she had the tattooed butterfly on for a bathing suit. 
This being Germany and a private pool, she wore no top and was an 
exquisite sight.

A moment later, the caretakers came out. Greta announced,"I took the 
liberty of inviting Jon and Sarah to join us, I hope you don't mind".

What was to mind? Sarah removed her robe revealing an excellent body.
She had on a string bathing suit and no top. Both breasts were heavenly 
tattooed. The right with a lion just above it, one paw under the breast, 
the other on top so that the lion is holding it. The area around the 
areola decorated in orange, reds and blues with a delicate floral design. 
The left breast is decorated with a beautiful blue bird above and over 
the shoulder. Both nipples are pierced and fitted with gold rings about 
an inch and a half in diameter. Her back and bottom were tattooed with 
animals, again a lion - a male lion with a large mane just above the crack 
of her ass. The mane and other decorations go down over the buttocks and 
into the crack. Her whole back was covered with a complementary
decorative design. This girl was great looking and boy was she a sexy 
sight.

Jon had tattoos but nothing to this extent. Just a nice dragon on his 
upper arm and a beautiful snake on his stomach. He did have his 
nipples pierced and ringed.

Both are in great physical shape and have enough sun not to look white.
She is blond and he has light blond hair. Sarah must have been waxed
because she has no hair showing on her body.

We all swam and sunned till about noon, then Sara said we should have 
lunch. This sounded good, so we all showered and met in the dining room 
where an excellent cold lunch awaited us. It had been prepared by Sarah 
earlier so all she had to do was serve.

That afternoon, we were introduced to Dr. Eric Von Kaplan and his clinic. 
It was located in a large red brick building on the edge of the business 
district of Frankfurt. The entry area was nice and neat but not lavish. 
A very businesslike receptionist greeted us and recognizing Greta, 
ushered us into the Doctor's private waiting room. After about a twenty 
minute wait, a very nice looking nurse in a white, tight short uniform 
came in and took us into the Doctor's private office where Dr. Eric met 
us and, in good English, asked about our stay in Frankfurt. We briefly 
explained how we had come to meet Greta and that we wanted to see his 
clinic. He enthusiastically described his operation and offered a tour 
and use of the exercise facilities for the day if we wished.

Greta and Dr. Eric took us to one of the operating rooms. We could view 
from the outside through windows but not disturb anyone inside. This was 
true of all the treatment rooms. If the curtain was not pulled, we were
welcome to watch what ever was going on.

A tour down the first floor hall passed operating or treatment rooms, all 
with large glass windows. We came to one used for waxing. There was an 
examining table in the middle, equipment on one side for melting and 
dispensing hot wax and other equipment I did not recognize. The second
room was in use. The curtains were open so we stood to observe. There 
on the table was an attractive women of about forty, nude, with her legs
wide apart. She was strapped down and seemed a little out of it.  Greta 
said that was from a mild sedation she had been given to reduce the pain 
for it was obvious this was her first time. Her public hair was heavy. 
The tech took scissors and trimmed some off then he took the container of 
hot wax and poured it all over her public area. The wax was allowed to 
harden and then it was pulled off, piece by piece, hair and all. When the 
job was done, the tech applied some healing lotion to the area. She 
looked at the job in a large mirror on the ceiling. A few words passed and 
the tech spread more wax this time on her thighs legs and belly. It was 
apparent she was having a complete job.

We moved on and soon came to treatment rooms for piercing. One girl was 
having her breasts pierced. Not the nipple, as they had been done already,
but around the areola. She had six little piercings placed around each 
areola. Greta said she would wear a gold chain or a large gold ring
threaded through them. We saw this later and the effect was stunning.

There was more than one piercing room; the second we came to was also
occupied.  A young man was in this one getting a ring put in his foreskin 
at the base of the penis tip.

The next rooms were dedicated to tattooing. Nothing spectacular was going
on, only a rose being put on the breast of a quiet young lady. She didn't
look more than 15, her breasts were not fully developed. But then they
start them early over there.

Greta took us up the elevator to the third floor and into an exercise 
type room but the equipment was a little different. It was made to
exercise the vagina and the anus. Not just exercise those organs but to 
enlarge them as desired. This is how those girls at the club did what  
they did without pain.

The equipment was like a fucking machine. It had a seat to sit on and 
lean back in a reclining position with the legs apart and stretched out 
on stirrups. In between the legs was a machine fitted with a plastic 
penis like device that could be made to go back and forth in a fucking 
motion and it could be made to get larger or smaller in diameter within 
limits. There were several sizes, starting at about 3/4 inch in diameter 
and going up to over three inches. The device could be positioned just 
right for either the vagina or the anus.

Greta said that a lot of people were into fisting, both men and women, 
and they come here to enlarge their equipment to whatever size they like.
There were several women and one man in the room, all nude, using the 
equipment. Vicky immediately wanted to try out this equipment. Greta said 
OK. She took Vicky to a locker where she could take off her clothes. Soon 
she came out in a robe. Vicky removed her robe and sat on a machine. 
Greta had decided the size she should start with, liberally lubricated 
the device, and introduced it into Vicky. She shoved it up as far as 
Vicky wanted it, set the controls and turned it on. Now Vicky could 
control both the speed and the size up to about two and a half inches. 
Vicky grabbed the controls and was off. In no time, she had it up in 
size to nearly maximum and was running it full speed. She reached a 
climax soon. In fact she did it several times in half an hour, then we 
pulled her off, dressed her and promised we would bring her back 
tomorrow.

That night, Jon and Sarah invited us all to the Club where they 
occasionally preformed; they were to perform tonight. This is a private 
sex club in a large mansion in the older section of Frankfurt. We all 
arrived about 8:30 and were greeted with the same blood test as the other 
club. The development of reliable and fast tests have made these clubs 
practical again. Anyway, we were asked to wait in the lounge area for 
about half an hour during which we were served drinks by nude young 
girls. They did not look over 14 or 15. Nether their breasts or pubic 
hair were fully developed. I commented that this is very much against 
the law in the US. Greta explained that it is pretty much OK here as 
long as they have their parents permission and these were probably all
children of club members. There were a few young boys too. Greta said 
the female members liked them.

I asked if they were going to do any sex acts. Greta said probably not 
but most were available for the use of any of the members during the 
evening. This perked up Vicky's ears. I think she wanted to play with 
one.

We were seated in the ballroom, in a circle around an open area with a 
cot in the center. Greta said this was not like the club where she 
works, they only have a sort of warm up show, after that you are on your 
own. The mansion has a lot of rooms that can be reserved. I looked at
Vicky, she smiled approval and said "How about one of the girls?". I 
gave Greta some money and asked her to go get us a room and a girl if she
could. In a few minutes she came back with a smile on her face and a key 
in her hand.

The show started with the lights dimming and spots coming on on the stage 
area. Jon and Sarah came out in robes. They bowed and removed the robes.  
There was a sigh from the audience when Sarah took off hers and revealed 
her tattoos. The bright lights made them show off stunningly.

Jon and Sarah embraced, kissed passionately, and Sarah sat on the cot 
burying her face in Jon's crotch.  In no time he had a huge erection.  
His penis was large. Sarah still managed to deep throat it. Then she 
lay back and took it all the way up her vagina. Jon went at it for a 
while then he turned Sarah over on her knees and entered her ass. She 
seemed to love it. He continued with her in this position with him in 
almost a standing position until almost climax then he removed his 
erection, she turned over and swallowed it to the balls. He had an 
enormous ejaculation, it came out the edges of her mouth. She tried but 
could not swallow it fast enough. When he was finished, Sarah licked him 
clean and they both took a bow to great applause.

Jon left and was replaced by two strapping young men. Sarah took them 
both on and in no time brought them both to a great erection. One of the 
boys lay on his back on the cot. Sarah straddled him facing his feet and 
took him all the way up her vagina. She lay back on his chest and the 
other young man put his erect penis into Sarah's vagina on top of the
other young man. She was taking them both in the same orifice. Vicky 
came just watching. I almost did. The boy on top fucked for a few 
minutes until they both came. He pulled out and there was semen all over 
Sarah. She stood up and it ran down her legs until she was wiped by the 
young man on the cot. Again there was a thunderous applause.

The audience broke up and we each went to our rooms.  When we opened the 
door we found a beautiful young blond, sitting on the bed, nude, waiting 
for us. She spoke little English but Greta could translate so we were 
fine. Her name was Gina.

We asked her age, she replied fourteen and a half.  How long have you 
been sexually active, since twelve she replied.  She was very pretty, a 
slim figure, about 5'4 tall, maybe 100 lbs., nice breasts, probably "A" 
cup or a little larger with swollen areolas around well formed nipples. 
Her pubic hair was thin and soft, not yet mature. I asked if her parents 
approved. Her answer was, they brought me here when I was twelve and 
taught me how, they did not want me learning about sex from the boys at 
school. How do you handle the "boys?" "Very well, I am on the pill but 
we always use condoms and I usually teach them a thing or two."  "Do you 
enjoy sex?"  "Yes, very much, my parents have taught me well."

About this time, Jon and Sarah came into the room, which was very large 
furnished with two king size beds, a couch, some chairs and a bath off to 
the side. When Jon entered the room, Gina went crazy, she was greatly 
impressed with Sarah but she was really turned on by Jon; so we let her 
have him. They went at it on the bed and I thought Jon would die. She 
must have climaxed three or four times before he came. That episode 
proved to turn us all on, even Gina was still hot. I was really hot so I 
got Gina and was she tight. All I had to do was enter and let her do her
thing. Her vagina was alive. I am not easy to get off and it took Gina 
a little while but we both enjoyed every minute  of it.

As we enjoyed each other, the three girls were cooking something. I 
could tell it was great, as Vicky was salivating. As it turned out, Greta 
and Sarah wanted to take Vicky out into the rest of the house and see 
what or who they could find for Vicky, and themselves. This was normal 
practice for this club. I said why not, we're here for entertainment,  
and you three will surely be entertained. So they went out and left Jon 
and Gina with me. Gina spoke some English. She shyly asked if we, Jon 
and I, would fuck her both together. Jon asked in German and she wanted 
me in her ass and Jon in her pussy. We of course thought it a great 
idea. I had never done it that way before and it excited me just thinking 
about it.

Gina went into the bath and got some lubricant, she had Jon lay on his 
back. She sucked him to an erection, straddled him and turned to me. She 
swallowed me until I was up, added a liberal amount of lubricant and bent 
over. I enter her from the rear; gosh she was tight. I pumped until I 
came. Both of them came before me, in fact Gina came twice.

After that we went into the bath and took a shower, as we came out, the 
girls returned with Rolf and Greg, the two boys that Sarah had performed 
with. In no time, Vicky had Rolf on the bed and she took him every way 
she could. Greta did the same to Greg.

When everyone was finished, we all took a shower and returned to the 
Villa. Too tired to do anything but sleep. Vicky hit the bed on my arm 
and died. So did I.

The next morning, she was up, dressed and shaking me at about eight. I 
asked the hurry, she said, Greta had gotten us an appointment with Dr. 
Eric at nine fifteen and she wanted not to be late. Well, I arose 
dressed, swallowed a breakfast and we got to Dr. Eric's place on time.  
Greta went with us.

Vicky wanted to talk to him about some surgery, she and I had discussed 
hair waxing, a tummy tuck, a breast lift and some piercings she wanted 
but we had no idea if it could be done in the short time we were to be in 
Frankfurt.

Dr. Eric greeted us like old friends. We discussed the things we wanted, 
he nodded and asked Vicky to undress, which she did. It took little 
effort for she was and Greta were wearing simple loose one piece sun 
suits and no underwear. The weather was hot and Vicky wanted to use 
the exercise machines.

The doctor looked her over, hefted her breasts, fingered her stomach, 
navel and clitoris. Studied for a moment, looked at his calender, and 
called his nurse. He asked her to verify that his operation for this 
afternoon had been canceled; it had. He looked up and said, "You are an 
extremely lucky lady, I have a sudden opening today at three PM and if 
you want, we can do all you want then. Vicky almost swooned, looked at
me as if to say, "What shall I say?"

"It' is up to you but if you want it, now's your chance and just think,
it will be all done at one time," I told her.

"How  long will I be in the hospital and how long will I be laid up?" was
her reply.

The Doc said, "You'll be in here until day after tomorrow. You can not or
will not feel like having sex for one to two weeks. I'd like to see you for
a follow up visit and I hope final in three weeks."

Vicky looked at me again and I said "It's OK with me."

"Well lets do it," was her reply. Greta smiled and hugged her.

At this point, the Doc said "Let's see what we're going to do and what 
you'll look like. Stand over there in front of that camera." He took 
pictures from several angles and fed them to his computer. In a few 
minutes, he had Vicky's picture on the screen with firm breast, standing 
up and out, firm waist and stomach and with rings in both nipples, her 
navel and through her clitoris. Oh, and with out any hair below the waist.
She looked great!

Vicky had a very light lunch, and about 11:30 we took her to a waxing 
room. The technician gave her a light sedative, she removed her clothes 
and lay on the table. He strapped her legs to the table wide apart so he 
could get to everything. The tech gave he a shot in the area to deaden 
the pain, then he put the hot wax all over her pubic area. After it 
cooled. it was pulled off, hair and all. So were her legs thighs and 
stomach. After about an hour, we retrieved a slightly woozy but smooth 
Vicky from the waxing room.

The surgery was set for three PM so we had a little time to kill.  Vicky 
just had to go to the exercise room but we convinced her that she had to 
go to her room and get ready for the surgery at three, "They will want you
at about 2:15," we told her. We finally got her in the room, in the shower 
and in the bed. Greta left us to go back. She had to work this evening 
and needed to rest and prepare for the evening.

At 2:00 a nurse came in and gave Vicky a shot and at 2:15 the attendants 
came for her with a gurney. She was about out of it by then. I went 
along and when we reached the operating area, I was ushered up some 
stairs to the observation area. There were seats around one way glass 
that looked down into the operating area.

Soon they wheeled her in, uncovered her and placed her on the operating 
table. Then the surgeon and nurses went to work. I'm not too good with 
blood so I left and went for coffee. When I returned, they had finished 
the left breast and were just beginning on the right breast. They cut 
the skin around the areola, pulled the skin up until it was tight, cut 
off the excess and stitched it very neatly back around the areola so that 
the scar wouldn't show.

Next they went to her stomach. They cut her from her belly button down 
to her pubic mound, pulled the skin together, cut off the excess and 
stitched it right down the middle.  The scar would not show.

Now a nurse came in carrying a piercing tray, it contained several 
piercing needles and surgical steel rings. The surgeon pierced both 
nipples, her belly button and her clitoris, He placed a ring in each 
piercing and bandaged her all up. They were finished in about ninety 
minutes.

Vicky was in the recovery room for about three hours, then moved to her
room. I was waiting for. When she arrived she was pretty groggy, so I 
let her sleep. The next morning early, I returned. She was sitting up 
smiling but pretty sore. The Doctor had been in, examined her and said 
she should stay until they can take out the stitches. This will be two 
or three days. She was not very happy with that answer but not feeling 
or looking like going to a party, she just smiled and went back to sleep.

That afternoon, I came back to find her up in the chair, cleaned up and 
feeling much better. "How is the new body?" I asked.

"Pretty sore and not looking too good."  She took off her gown and her
stomach and breasts were bandaged, a lot of her front was blue but the ring
in her clitoris was pretty. We sat together for hours, until after dark
and Vicky got sleepy again. The nurse gave her something to reduce pain
and make her sleep, so I tucked her in and returned to the villa.

Greta had gone to work at the Zeno Club, Jon and Sarah were there. We had 
a light dinner and retired to the hot tub. The three of us got out of 
the hot tub, took a shower and were toweling off when Sarah asked, "Would 
you two mind having sex with me together".

I said, "I'd like to but I'm afraid I don't have much left." Sarah said "Just
you lay on the bed and furnish the equipment, Jon and I will do the rest."

"OK with me," I said. I laid down on my back on the bed, Sarah came over,
deep throated me 'till I was hard, then she straddled me, taking all of me
and laying face down on me. Jon used some lubricant and then entered in the
same hole, on top of my penis. I just stayed still, but Jon pumped until
we all came.  I think I was the last but we had a ball. After that I slept
like a log 'till about 8:30 in the morning.

I got to the clinic and Vicky's room about 10:00. She was up and feeling 
much better. The Doctor had been in, removed the bandages and the nurse 
had sponged her off making her feel good. She didn't look too good yet.
She was still all blue but the progress was in the right direction. The 
Doctor said he would probably remove the stitches the day after tomorrow 
and then she could go home. Vicky was very anxious to leave; I told her 
to be patient, when it is over you will be so glad you did it, this day 
will be nothing.

I stayed with her until she had lunch and fell asleep for an afternoon 
nap, then I went out to the clinic lunch room for a sandwich and coffee.
Who should I run into but Dr. Eric.

We sat down, had coffee together and talked. He told me about his clinic 
and the patients he has. One of his most lucrative sources of income 
comes from the Sheiks of the near east. They bring their young 
daughters, right after their first period, in for circumcision and their
concubines in for all kinds of body alteration.

"I thought female circumcision was illegal or at least politically incorrect?"

Eric said that it is not illegal, and he would rather do it and do it right
than have the girls mutilated and possibly die from some street practitioner.
The sheiks usually bring them back for some re-constructive surgery when 
they are married. As to the concubines they are the sex toys of the 
sheiks. Sometimes they bring their wives.

"I don't just circumcise the girls. I'm usually asked to surgically close
the vaginal opening so they can not have sex. This is what I open when 
they are ready to be married. I am operating on some this afternoon at 
three if you would like to watch. I'll be in operating room two and then 
one." he said. So at three I was observing the circumcision of little girls
and the alteration of much older girls.

Into the first room walked this little girl about twelve, kind of 
scared, accompanied by an elder woman in veils. The girl was given a shot,
her clothes removed and she was put on the table. Her feet were put in 
stirrups and she was strapped down. The nurse gave her a shot in the 
pubic area, shaved all the hair there was, waited a while and gave her 
another shot and then the surgeon started. With a scalpel, he quickly 
removed her clitoris and then he opened her inner labia, removed the skin 
from the inside and sewed them together leaving a small opening at the 
bottom for period drainage. She was bandaged, got up and walked out.  
That girl was going to be very sore when the drugs wore off. She was 
followed by a second.

I went to the other room. Here Dr. Eric was operating on a woman of 
about thirty five. She was having a tummy tuck and a breast enlargement.  
He used some of the fat from the stomach to enlarge the breasts instead 
of silicon implants. The Doctor had told me that he did just about everything 
that could be imagined to these concubines. They are treated like 
property and have no choice. Again if he didn't do it, some butcher would 
and the results would almost always be much worse, might even lead to 
death. Some of the things he has done, besides all the usual plastic 
restoration surgery are: removal of the uterus, surgical enlargement and 
reduction of the vagina and anus, removal of the breasts, addition of 
breast, once added a third breast, piercings everywhere even through the 
uterus with a chain leading out of the vulva. Holes for locks, chains, 
jewels, and decorations all through the labia, both inner and outer. 
Piercings through the breasts, the nipples, the areola in patterns, the 
arm pits, the waist, the stomach, the tongue, the eyebrows, the ears with 
large holes, the scalp. You name it, he has been asked and probably done 
it.

While talking to him, I asked if he would sell me one of those exercise 
machines for the sex organs. He said he had a used one he could sell, it 
is in good shape and can be sold with two sets of new plungers. I had it 
shipped home. I knew Vicky would go nuts over it, and when I told her, 
she almost did.

The next day, the doctor removed Vicky's stitches and we went to the 
villa. She wanted a shower but Doctor's orders said no shower for two 
more days. I took her to the bath room and sponged her off making her 
feel much better. She still looked pretty rough. The swelling was almost 
gone but the black and blue was still there; fading but still there.

In a week Vicky was getting very frisky. She had been lounging around the 
pool, working on her tan and working out in the exercise room. All this 
had made her into a slim, sexy lady. The scars were there, they had 
thinned to just red lines but it will be months, may be a year before 
they fade. One day she, Greta and Sarah went shopping all day. When they 
returned, Vicky had a new wardrobe and some very interesting new jewelry.
The girls went to a hair, or more properly, a make-over salon and had a
complete make over, all of them. Vicky's hair was beautiful, blond and 
full with soft curls around her face. She had hair down to her shoulders.
They had shaped it but not shortened it, added a soft curl that flowed on
her shoulders and around her face and lightened the hair to a beautiful blond.
The facial and body treatments had done their job too. She looked great.
Greta and Sarah looked just as good. We had three gorgeous girls.

The clothes Vicky bought complemented her sexuality perfectly; a white 
one piece tennis outfit, several neat dresses and very good looking red 
coat, made to strike her about three inches above the knees, with a 
flaring collar, open neck, large buttons and a wide belt that made it fit 
her waist. The skirt flared. This thing looked wonderful.

The jewelry was something else. They had gotten something for every 
piercing she had and more. For her nipples she had purchased a pair of 
gold dumbbells, a pair of gold rings with a diamond closure and a pair of 
gold chain loops. She had gotten similar adornments for her navel, 
clitoris and ears. In addition, she had a series of chains that could 
connect the nipples, the navel and clitoris along with one to go around 
her waist and down through her crotch from front to back. She had ordered  
special pieces for the navel, breasts and clitoris. These will be ready 
tomorrow.

Vicky was getting very frisky. Her sexual appetite was coming back. We 
tried several times with good success, the soreness from her surgery was 
almost gone. It was the stomach in particular that hurt although the 
breasts would not take much manipulation. She and Jon have been 
practicing a good bit too. She received her special jewelry. A pair of 
multi pointed snowflake shaped rosettes made of gold filigree for her 
nipples. These pieces fit over the nipples extended out to the edge of 
her areola and were held in place by little rods that fit through the 
piercings in the nipples. They had small loops at the bottom for attaching
chains. For her navel, she had a piece of gold and semiprecious stones,
shaped in sort of a triangle that was held in place by a pin that 
went through the piercing.  It had loops in the three corners and the top 
to attach chains. The one for her clitoris was made of gold chain mail.  
It attached at the piercing and went down between the folds of the vulva.  
A chain could be attached to both the top and the bottom. With these 
pieces on, Vicky could run chains from her nipples to the piece in her 
navel, from there to the piece in the clitoris, down through the crotch 
and up the back to a waist chain attached to the corners of the navel 
piece. The effect was very exciting. Vicky looks great with nothing on 
but her jewelry. She wears this and the red coat or one of her dresses, 
but nothing else. It turns me on. It turns anyone on that she allows to 
see.

Greta came home from working at the Zeno club with the news that one of
the members that purchases her key often had invited all of us out to 
their horse farm Saturday for some riding, a Bar-B-Q dinner and some 
unusual entertainment that evening. Vicky was excited. We all were so 
Greta called and accepted the invitation. We were told to wear jeans and 
bring a change of clothes, something very casual.

Saturday about eleven, we all jumped in the car and drove about fifty
miles into the country. When we arrived, we were greeted by a charming 
couple in the late forties, in beautiful physical shape. Their names 
were George and Marie Rico. She was a statuesque lady with long blond 
hair, plated in a large pigtail that hung over her shoulder. She had on 
riding boots, jeans and a halter top blouse that was open in the back.  
On her back was an a very beautiful tattoo of a horse head with a long 
mane. Her ears had little butterflies tattooed on the lobes in such a way 
that they were sitting on the large diamond studs in her ears. George 
was wearing jeans and a blue shirt open half way down the front with no 
undershirt. "You're right on time, lunch is just ready", Marie said 
after the introductions.

The lunch was excellent. It consisted of salad, sandwiches of tuna, 
chicken, ham and a light desert of fruit. Just right for a group that is 
going horse back riding.

The horses were in a beautiful stable behind the main house.  Sort of 
down a hill, the land was rolling and heavily wooded except for the 
pastures which were mostly cleared. The weather was great, about eighty 
degrees with a cool breeze blowing.

The horses had already been saddled by the handlers. I protested, that I 
had not been on a horse in forty years and probably should just let 
everyone else go and stay here with the handlers. Our host, insisted
that the horse he had picked for me was very gentle, that all I had to do 
was sit on him and I had no worries. I was not so sure it was a good 
idea, but I went.

The ride was wonderful, through some of the most picturesque country I 
have ever seen. I had my video camera and got some great footage. I'll 
sure use this as stock back home. It was about four thirty when we 
returned to the stable. The handlers took the horses, dried them off and 
stabled them. We headed for the pool. We had not planed on a swim and 
had no suits. Marie put us to rest on that by stripping off her clothes 
and jumping in, so we all followed in no time.

Everyone except me had a great figure and I guess for a guy in his 
seventies, I ain't so bad. Marie had pierced nipples and navel, all with 
gold rings. Vicky had on her jewelry but no chains. Greta and Sarah had 
on their rings so all were decorated for a nude encounter.

After the swim, we showered and put on the change of clothes we had been 
instructed to bring. Vicky wore only a white cotton dress with a full 
skirt, low cut neck, button down the front and a skirt that came about 
four inches above her knees. It was sexy. The other girls were similarly
dressed. None wore underpants or bras.

We had a great Bar-B-Q dinner, real ranch style; corn, beans, salad and
apple cobbler with plenty of coffee or iced tea. I told George he must 
have known we hadn't had any good American food in a long time. George 
was very pleased at the compliment. After dinner, we sat around in the 
great room having after dinner drinks and talking for almost two hours 
then Marie came in dressed in a loose coat; she announced "It's time 
for some fun, lets all go to the stable."  We all followed out, down into 
the large stable and back to the rear where there was a large open area
with some strange equipment and some seats. The floor was carpeted.  We
were greeted by two handlers, a girl and a boy. Both looked to be in their
late teens. They were introduced to us as their children, Randy and Julia.
Randy was 18 and Julia was 21. The kids were holding a beautiful gray
stallion.

Marie asked us to be seated and then she explained that horse training 
and sex had always been her passion, she did not know which she preferred 
so she has combined the two. She has trained two horses and a pony to 
have sex with a women, herself in particular and others that might think 
they could do it.

Marie removed her cloak reviling only a leather bodice that held her 
breasts up but stopped at her waist. She wore calf high boots. There was 
a bench affair in the middle of the room that was shaped to accept her as 
she lay on her back and tilt her at about 15 degrees. There was a place 
on each side for the horse to fit his front hooves and a raised piece 
with a notch for Marie's neck. The whole thing was padded and shaped so 
that when she lay in it her shoulders were against the raised pieces and 
her body was angled to keep her head down and out of the horse's belly 
but position her vagina just right for him to enter. There were bails to 
hold on to on both sides.

Marie lay down on the bench with her shoulders against the supports. Her
legs were wide apart, her knees raised against the sides of her chest; 
she held on to the bails. Julia took some kind of lubricant and put it 
liberally on her vagina. She led the horse over to her mother and let it 
smell the lubricant. The stallion became very excited. Julia and Randy 
led the stallion up so his front feet were on the sides of Marie and her 
vagina was opposite the stallion's penis. The stallion became erect,
very erect. He must have been 12 inches long and over 2 inches thick.
Randy guided it into Marie's opening, and immediately the horse started to 
pump. He humped it all the way in and pushed Marie's shoulders up against 
the support rail. It took twenty or so thrusts for him to ejaculate. 
When he did, it must have been a pint or more. The semen came flooding 
out of her around the stallion's member. Marie's face reflected her
excitement. She was almost in a swoon. Julia and Randy removed the horse
with some urging. He wanted to go again. Marie got up with semen streaming
down her legs and smiling, said "Who's next"?

Vicky was hot, she had her dress open down the front and her vulva was 
absolutely drooling. I asked if she was going to try, she shook her head 
no but said maybe.

About this time, Julia asked "Mother, may I?"

Marie looked at her and said, "How about Ringo?"

Julia answered "OK." Randy took the gray back and brought out a
beautiful brown and white pony. George went to the bench and with the
use of some cranks, changed the height and tilt to suit the smaller animal.
Julia took off her clothes and lay back on the bench. Marie lubricated
her vagina and Randy brought up the pony. He let Ringo smell her vagina;
the pony became very excited. His member was not quiet as large as the
gray but still of good size. Marie and Randy held the pony and guided
him to position on the bench. Randy took hold of Ringo's hard penis and
guided it into his sister's opening.  Ringo immediately began to pump and
pump. He took a lot longer than the gray, but when he ejaculated the effect
was the same. A huge gush of semen came rushing out around his penis.
Marie and Randy took him off. Julia stood up with semen streaming down
her legs and smiled. Randy went over and wiped the semen from his sister's
legs and vagina. George had done the same to Marie.

We were all so hot we could hardly stand it, Vicky especially. She asked 
Greta if George or Marie would mind if she asked Randy to fuck her.  
Greta told her she did not think so but to ask Marie or George. She 
asked Marie who said, "Ask Randy". Vicky did. Randy seemed surprised and 
delighted. They went to the side of the room where there was a couch, 
removed their clothing and went at it. I think Vicky came three or four 
times before they quit. She was a little rubber kneed, I know.

I was very excited too so I ventured to ask Julia if she would allow me 
her favors. To my surprise she answered "yes". We went to the couch and she 
was wonderful. The horse semen still in Julia made it a very erotic 
experience.

Now George brought out another bench, one shaped so that you could get on 
your knees, lay over it on your stomach with ass in the air. It had a 
place for the horse's hooves and was again adjustable in height. Julia 
brought out a second stallion, a beautiful all black stallion. Marie got 
on the new bench, only in the crouching position. George led the stallion
over. Julia lubricated Marie's vulva and when the horse was in place, 
guided his member into Marie. This horse was larger than the gray and he 
pumped harder and longer but Marie took it and seemed to enjoy it. When 
he finished the semen streamed out and down on the floor. Julia and 
Randy helped her up. She stood up, covered with the white goo and smiled.  
At this, Jon took her to the couch where they played for a while until he 
took her again. She was quite a lady.

Vicky had gotten her courage up by now and decided to try the pony. Julia 
and Randy set up the bench. Vicky, after a little more encouragement from 
all of us, got on the thing. Randy got the pony, Julia put the lubricant 
on her and they led the pony in place. Old Ringo took to her immediately.
Randy guided the stiff member into her and the pony started pumping, and he 
pumped and he pumped. Vicky was going crazy, she must have climaxed six 
or seven times. Then he erupted in her. The semen flowed out all around 
his penis and on to the floor. Randy took Ringo back to his stable and I 
helped Vicky off the bench. She said she had been fucked many times in 
many ways but never like that. I asked if I could ever please her again.
Her answer, "You know you can, always." She's nice to me that way.  
That's why I like her.

The next one up was Sarah. "I want to try the big black stallion, and 
from the front" she said. Marie told her he is big, are you sure?  
"Marie, I have been taking some of the biggest men around and two at the
time, I think this horse may just be my size."

"Well, OK" was Marie's reply and she and George setup the bench for the
big horse, Julia and Randy brought him in. Sarah stripped off all her
clothes, got on the bench, assumed the position and said "Bring him on".
Julia lubricate Sarah's vulva, Randy and Marie guided him up on the bench
and Julia guided his huge, erect member into Sarah's waiting vulva.
The horse lurched forward, Sarah flinched, and hung on as the big stallion
went to work. He pumped for what seemed like an eternity but was only about
two minutes. When he came, he almost blew Sarah off the stand. George and
Jon helped her off the bench smiling but very wobbly.

"Well, how was it," I asked.

"The greatest fuck I've ever had," was her reply.

About this time, Greta said, "Well, I may as well get fucked too, every 
one else has". She unbuttoned the front of her dress, removed it and 
removed the chains and ring in her clitoris and said to George "Bring on 
the big gray". George adjusted the bench and Randy brought in the gray 
stallion. Greta lay down on the bench, pulled her legs up, Julia put 
some lubricant on and Randy led the horse up and on the bench.

His erection was large, it looked larger than the first time. Julia 
guided it into Greta's vulva and the horse did the rest. He pumped 
fiercely for over a minute, then he ejaculated. His semen came out 
everywhere then he stepped back and Randy took him away. Greta stood up 
with semen running down her legs, smiled and said, "That was great, how 
about the pony up my ass".

This took us by surprise.  No one had done that tonight but George moved 
the kneeling bench over and Julia went after Ringo. Greta knelt on the 
bench with her ass up high. Randy lubricated her hole well and Julia 
returned with Ringo. When she let the pony sniff Greta's ass, he became 
very excited and his member got very hard. Randy guided Ringo's penis 
into Greta's anus and he pushed it home. Greta flinched but held on 
while the pony pumped and pumped for over a minute. Then he came with a 
great flood of semen gushing out around his member. He withdrew. Julia 
took him back to his stall and Greta stood up with a smile. She turned 
around so all could see the semen streaming down out of her ass and her 
vagina.

All evening I had been taking videos of the goings on, but this was about 
the best. I asked before we left the villa if any of our group cared if 
I took pictures. No one did. I had been taking video all around the villa 
with no complaints. When we arrived at the farm, I asked George and 
Marie if I could take videos and their answer was, "Not as long as you 
don't show them in Germany". I told them I was taking NTSC and 
everything over here is PAL. So I have some very unusual vacation 
movies. I can not take anything at the clubs. It is forbidden for 
security reasons. The only videos are the ones taken by the Club 
themselves.

After Greta's performance, we retired to the hot tub for a well needed 
soak. We all went to the shower and cleaned ourselves first, then into the 
hot tub and boy did it feel good. Every one had had a great time and all 
were pretty tired. George and Marie sensed this and invited, no insisted, 
that we stay the night and drive back in the morning. This sounded good 
to all of us; we accepted.

The main house was quite large with many bedrooms. I don't know how many 
but more than six. Vicky and I were assigned one with a King size bed  
and a private shower. We showered again and fell into bed. Because we 
had not planned to spend the night, we had no sleeping clothes and by this 
time our underwear was pretty dirty, so to bed nude we went. In no time, 
Vicky was purring like a kitten on my shoulder.

Soon after we arrived back at the villa, Sarah screamed, "Oh my God, what 
am I going to do tomorrow night?" Of course we all wanted to know the 
problem. It seems the exercise with the stallion had brought on her 
period a week early and she and Jon were to be the opening act at the 
Zeno Club tomorrow night. "Can you fill in for me Greta?"

Greta answered, "No, I have the second act, then they all looked at Vicky.

Jon said "It pays $500 American".

She looked first surprised and the shocked and then said, "Well, maybe.

She looked at me and I said, "If you want to, you have time to 
practice with Jon before the show." So that is how Vicky became the 
opening act at the Zeno Club in Frankfurt, Germany.

That evening, Jon and Vicky practiced their act in the great room for all 
to see and criticize. Vicky did well for a novice and decided she was 
ready after two run throughs. I do not know how Jon did it twice so close 
together. They rested about an hour between performances. The second 
time, I believe he was better than the first. I suppose that's because he 
was slower to climax.

The next day, Monday, Vicky went to see Dr. Eric for her last visit. He 
pronounced her fit. It was a good thing considering the things she was 
doing. She told him about being the opening act at the Zeno tonight. He 
said that was great, he had to be there to oversee the main act and was 
looking forward to seeing Vicky.
                                                                    22
Monday evening we arrived at the Zeno club and were ushered in in the 
usual manner except Sarah came with me and Vicky came with Jon. Greta 
was already there serving drinks in the bar area. She was dressed only 
in her rings chains and short boots. I told her to be sure and get me 
her key, she assured me she would. I checked to see if there were any 
booths larger than we had before, since we would like to have five people 
instead of three. As it happened, there was one available.

Sarah and  Greta and I went to the booth, Vicky and Jon went in the 
dressing area to await their curtain call. The time came and the curtain 
went up. The MC announced that tonight we had the honor of seeing Madam 
Vicky from the United States preform. At that, Jon led Vicky out on the 
stage with a leash that went under her short cape. When she removed the 
cape we saw the leash disappeared into her vulva. She had the snowflake
jewelry on her breasts, the triangle piece in her navel and the chains 
going from her nipples to her navel and around her waist but nothing to 
the clitoris. We would find out why soon. The stage also had a sturdy cot 
about two feet high. About this time Vicky turned around and we saw a 
short length of rope coming out of her ass.

Jon tugged at the leash a little and Vicky jumped on the table.  She got 
on her knees making her mouth exactly the level of Jon's penis.  Jon had 
nothing on but a belt. Vicky took a length of heavy string and began to
tie Jon's scrotum up. She continued until the balls were separated 
widely and the penis was very erect. At this point she began to suck on 
it then she took his member all the way up to his balls. Vicky did this 
for several minutes until he was very hot. Then she lay on her back with 
her legs wide apart. Jon took the leash and pulled with one long 
continuous slow hard pull and out of Vicky came four balls about two 
inches in diameter in slow succession, each attached to the leash. As
soon as the balls were out he took her, all the way up. He pumped for 
several minutes, then he withdrew, Vicky turned over on her knees. Jon 
took the rope coming from her and again pulled and out came six balls.   
These were smaller but the effect was the same.  As soon as the balls 
were out he pushed his erect member in and pumped and pumped until he was 
about to ejaculate. At that moment, he withdrew, Vicky turned over and 
took his seed in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking  and 
sucking him clean. They arose and bowed to a thunderous applause.

I was in the booth watching with Sarah and Greta. Greta left before the 
act was over to prepare for act two, her act. Sarah looked at me, 
stroked my crotch and asked, "You're hot and need relief, don't you?"

I replied "Sure, of course but what can you do?"

"Oh my pussy may be out of order but I still have two pieces of equipment
in good order. Take off your shorts." I did as I was told. She went to
Greta's ditty bag and returned with a tube of lubricant. She removed her
shorts, lubricated her ass and turned to me. She took hold of me and
swallowed my penis up to the balls. When it was very hard, she turned
around, bent over with her hands on the rail and said, "Put it in." I did
and was it good. Sarah sure has a great ass.

The next act was Greta. The curtain opened and there was Greta hanging 
upside down, her legs spread wide apart fastened to a steel pipe and a 
chain going from a loop protruding from her vulva up past the pipe to the 
a winch in the ceiling. She slowly rotated as the curtain came up. Her 
breast were bound with a rope. They were swollen and red with captured 
blood. Her hands were fastened behind her back to a belt around her 
waist.

A tall black girl came out, dressed in nothing but a wide leather belt.  
She had high, well formed breasts that stood out, short hair, her skin was 
smooth slick and shiny. Her nipples had large rings through them. Her 
nose had a ring through the septum, her tongue was pierced with a 
dumbbell, and she had spiral piercings in each cheek. Her ears were 
pierced with large holes lined with a gold ring. All her pubic hair was 
removed, her clitoris was pierced with a small jeweled ring and the base 
of her vulva was pierced vertically with a large ring between her legs.  
There was a chain hooked to this ring that went down between her legs and 
up the back to the belt. All in all, a stunning, sexual woman.

The black girl took a cable from the ceiling and hooked it to the cord around 
Greta's breasts and it started to pull her up, in a "u" shape, She was 
bent at the ass. The winches raised Greta up about shoulder high on the 
black girl. She took a ball with a eye bolt protruding from it and shoved it 
up Greta's ass. Then she tightened the eye. This enlarged the ball so 
it wouldn't come out easily. Then she hung a large weight onto it. There 
Greta hung by her breasts, legs and pussy with extra weight pulling at
her ass. Well, this was "Slave Night". The black removed the weight but 
not the ball. Then the winch holding Greta's feet lowered until she was 
hanging upright. The chain was removed and she was lowered until her 
feet were on the floor. She unhooked Greta's feet from the bar and 
fastened them to loops in the floor. She released the line attached to 
her breasts. Now the black girl hung weights to the eye in Greta's ass 
and vagina. As she hung more, there was an applause and Greta was released.
She bent over and the ball was removed from her ass and the curtain came down.

About half way through this act, Vicky and Jon came back. I gave Vicky a 
big hug and she gave me a giant kiss. She snuggled up close to me as we 
watched Greta. Sarah and Jon did the same.

The intermission came and Greta came back. Still with the ball in her 
vagina. I removed it and she snuggled up on the other side of me. It 
felt great to be snuggled by two such great looking women.

The main act started, the MC came out and said that this was a slave act 
but the slave was not a real slave but she was a masochist. To keep 
everything safe, Dr. Eric Von Richter was in attendance as was an 
emergency nurse. Both Dr. Eric and the nurse took a bow. Then he 
announced "Now greet madam Elsa and her slave Hilga. And out on the stage 
came the black girl leading a striking brunette with long black hair with 
a leash attached to her clitoris.

Without further ado, a bar was lowered and her wrists hooked to it 
holding her arms out wide, then her ankles were fastened to the floor 
forcing her legs apart. The bar was raised tightening the hold on her. 
Madam Elsa had her in a cross position and a very tight one. She took a 
whip and lashed her on the ass, on the stomach, on the back and on the
breasts, leaving large, red welts all over her body.  Instead of 
screaming in pain, she seemed to be in loving it.

Now two young men came out. Both, nude, muscular, black and extremely 
well hung. Rings were put in Hilga's nipples, chains attached the rings 
and each man took a chain and pulled so the Hilga's breasts were extended 
straight out. Now Elsa went to a cart of equipment, picked out several  
sterile hypodermic needles about two inches long and proceeded to stick 
them into Hilga's breasts, all around the areola, through the base of the 
nipple and one into each nipple, straight in from the front and in for 
the full two inches.

Again Hilga seemed to be getting pleasure not pain. Elsa went to the 
cart again and picked out a needle about ten inches long. She took the 
needle, started it into Hilga's breasts on the right side about a third of 
the way back from the nipple. The breast is may be three inches in 
diameter at this point. Elsa pushed the needle until it came out the 
outer side. She kept on pushing and passed the needle through the left 
breast at the same point. Now the men released her breasts and removed 
the chains. Hilga is hanging there with needles all around her areolas, 
needles straight into the end of her nipples and one long needle spearing 
both breasts.

A table was brought onto the stage. Hilga was taken down and laid on her 
back on the table. This is a special table with posts on each side to 
fasten the legs in a wide spread high position so that her vagina area is 
vulnerable and available for anything. Immediately Elsa took a surgical 
needle from the tray with a long thread and stitched it through Hilga's 
clitoris. This brought a yelp from the victim. Then she took the thread 
and needle and stitched it through her navel, both sides, she pulled it 
all together and tied it. Hilga's clitoris and navel were tied
together so if she bent backwards she pulled them together fiercely.

Next, Elsa took one of the men and with a string, tied his balls, 
separating them, then with her mouth, brought him to a huge erection.  
She guided him into Hilga's opening where he pumped until he climaxed 
leaving gobs of sperm in her. Elsa did the same to the second black and 
he pumped with the same results.

Now Hilga had two loads in her and was helpless on the bench with her 
vagina held open. Elsa went to the cart again and took a cord with three 
balls about two inches in diameter attached. She forced all three into 
Hilga.

She returned to the cart and this time got a surgical needle and thread.  
Elsa put three or four stitches through Hilga's inner labia, stitching 
them together with the balls and semen inside and the cord coming out 
between the stitches. Next Elsa took two three inch needles and thrust 
them into each breast just behind the areola. She pushed them all the 
way in up to the head of the needle.

Now for the finale. She asked Hilga if she was ready; she nodded. The 
two big black men took up stations on either side of the bench and held 
Hilga's legs. Elsa took the cord, which had a wooden "tee" on the end to 
pull with, and with one mighty heave, pulled the balls out of Hilga,
breaking the stitches as they came. Hilga screamed  with pleasure and 
fainted. Dr. Eric came up and revived her. Elsa released her bonds, she 
stood up, still with the needles in her and with semen streaked with 
blood running down her legs, retired from the stage with Dr. Eric and the 
nurse. There was a thunderous applause.

We all got pretty excited watching but were too tired to do anything 
about it so when the show was over, we returned to the villa. Once home, 
we all hit the hot tub to take out the soreness, showered and went to 
bed.

The morning came. It was time for Vicky and I to go home. Originally we 
had planed to go to Holland but we had not foreseen such an adventure in 
Germany. We took two days at the villa just to rest then boarded a 
Lufthansa Boeing 777 for a non-stop trip home. Leaving was not easy as we 
had made some very intimate friends. We invited them to come to the US 
to see us. Maybe they can some day.

Our flight home was at night. Vicky wore a sexy mini-skirt and blouse 
that opened down the front with little red shoes and socks. The whole 
thing was sort of like a tennis outfit. We had been in the air an hour 
or so. Nearly everyone was asleep. Vicky stirred. We were in first 
class and she was curled up on the seat beside me. I on the aisle, she 
by the window. She came over, gave me a great big kiss and said " Thank 
you."

"For what?" I answered.

"For this trip. I have never or will I ever again have one like it or that
I enjoyed as much," she said.

I looked at her and said, "I don't know any one alive I'd rather have taken
it with."

She got up and went to the back of the plane.  It was nearly an hour 
before she returned.  She crawled over me, making sure to excite me as she  
did then she handed me her panties. I looked, felt under her skirt. She 
had none on. Then she showed me a little card. It said, "This is to      
certify that Vicky Wassail is a member in good standing of the SKY HIGH 
CLUB. Signed, Wolf Wasserman."

I looked again, said "You!"

"Huh Huh," she said.

"With Who?"

"The steward. Oh! and a stewardess will be by in a few minutes, just go with
her, OK. Oh! And you will need this."  She handed me a condom.

Sure enough in about ten minutes, a blond German stewardess came and took 
my hand. We went to the lounge area, to an area with a couch. She 
unzipped my pants, By now I was hot. She sucked me a little. I gave her the 
condom and she put it on me. Then she flipped her skirt up to reveal no 
underwear. We went at it - actually she did all the work, I just enjoyed.  
She asked me my name, filled out the card, gave me a kiss and sent me 
back to my seat where Vicky was about to bust.

I said, "You little dickens, How's you do that."

"Oh I just found a steward, flipped my skirt a little, showed him my jewelry
and the rest is history. Your card was my reward." Vicky snuggled down beside
me and said "For a gal about forty and a guy in his seventies, we don't do too
badly." We slept the rest of the way home, dreaming of the next trip.

But that is another whole story.


                           --THE END--