Subject: THE SATAN CLUB 1/4
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 1996/11/24
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THE SATAN CLUB
By Arthur Lake
BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR Cindy
Randall came to slowly, groggily, unaware of where he was or
his predicament. He began to recognise that all was not
well. His arms felt strange, then he realised that he was
hanging by his arms. His vision was still blurred but he
heard a voice, "Look, he's coming around. Beautiful
specimen, yes?" Another speaker answered, "That's for sure,
especially that magnificent cock!"
Randall's eyes began to focus, his head had been slumped
down and what he saw first was his dangling cock. The cock
he was so proud of, the cock that the lucky ladies all
admired. Many of them at first sight were a bit alarmed at
the size. Even now, hanging loosely it was awe inspiring, 8
inches and bulky. It had a certain symmetry, the long stalk
much the same diameter for all it's length with a head like a
mushroom.
Randall then thought of that last comment he'd heard and
raised his head to see two females seated in front of him!
The first an older woman, dressed in a kahki shirt and tight
jeans. The shirt stretched tight over her rather startling
chest. The second the most extraordinary woman he'd ever
seen, a very black woman, at least six foot tall. In spite
of her almost total lack of clothing her face was so striking
he hardly noticed anything else. Eyes like a hawk, eyes that
stared hungrily at him. Then he worked his sight down to the
bare breasts, large but upstanding and firm. Extraordinarily
large black aureoles with long nipples. Down farther below
her slim waist a small patch of purple cloth covered her
mound but did not hide the fact that it was large, bulging
and firm. She turned to the other woman and asked, "Should
we try him just a little bit?" The husky white lady with the
remarkable bossoms nodded her head and said, "Sure, but
lightly, just enough so he understands."
Randall had became aware that his exposed sex was becoming
engorged. Having himself exposed to two strange beautiful
women was all his Stepheng needed to raise it's head. The
black
girl walked toward him, not looking into his eyes but at his
growing member. She added the final touch to it's expansion
when she reached down and hefted it, ran her fingers lovingly
along it length and around the amazing umbrella top. She
reached under and lifted his equally matched balls. Without
any kind of warning she swung the little thonged switch
attached to one wrist. Swung it rapidly and hard across his
cock. He grunted, not so much from the considerable pain but
from his surprise. Randall had been trying to remember what
had led to his being here but this now fled his thoughts as
this big sexy lady continued her contact with his most
sensitive organ. She was busily working at a most peculiar
task, attaching a cord to his engorged and throbbing penis.
He looked down to see what was happening. She was attaching
a bob weight to the cord secured around his stalk. The other
woman said, "Go ahead Milly, measure the strength of his
hard-on!"
Milly added small lead discs to the weight hanging below
his cock. The angle of dangle slowly moved down till it was
about 10 derees or so less than horizontal. Milly spoke to
her compatriot, "Helene, I think I'll see if he can raise
it!" Milly walked around behind him and was out of sight for
a short time. With a loud slap and a pain that made him jump
and grunt his ass received a blow. A blow from a long, flat
paddle. The leather paddle was 4 inches wide and perhaps 30
inches long. Designed to redden his skin but not to mark
him, the paddle continued to strike his rear cheeks rapidly
and with force. His buttocks were glowing red and he was
reacting with writhing and kicking. He began to plead with
Milly to stop. This had no effect, she didn't stop till
Helene called out to her, "OK, that did it, He's got it up".
Milly came in front and saw that he'd raised the weight not
only horizontal but somewhat above, His now painfully
engorged cock was curving upward. Helene asked, "How much
weight?"
Milly counted the weights she'd added and answered, "He's
got 9 ounces!"
"That's good, at least for the first time. What's the
record?"
"Remember the little man? The one with the short thick
cock. He raised 17 ounces. Of course his wasn't as long."
"Try this one with that much weight and give him some more
encouragement".
Milly added more weights which dragged Randalls erection
down. She then proceeded to tie his legs wide apart. Her
thonged whip redenned his inner thighs. Randall was shouting
and crying as the whip tortured his tender thighs and
ocassionally the thin leather thongs carelessly struck his
testes. Helene callled out, "Ok, he's got it up".
Apparently they were through with him for now. They left
and two black males came and let Randall down and walked him
into the big house, down stairs to a basement and locked him
in a small but comfortable room.
Randall lay down on the couch face down. His butt wouldn't
let him lie on his back. Soon two young maids came in and
salved his tortued ass cheeks with a soothing ointment. That
and the added sensation, when these nude youngsters did the
same to his thighs and his swelling bag of balls, made his
wilting maleness rise again. The girls saw this and one
reached under him and with her oily ointment massaged him to
a climax.
Randall through all this was wondering, "Where the hell am I
and how did I get here?" His last memory before he wakened
here was being in the mens room at the club. He was shaking
the last drop off his cock --then nothing till he found
himself hanging by his arms. His thoughts traveled to the
contemplation of what might await him? This futile
conjecturing was interrupted as an older woman brought in a
tray of food. He tried asking her where and why but did not
get any recognition that he'd even spoke.
As Randall spent a restless evening and slept fitfully
through the night, several things were occuring that he'd
never know about. Helene asked Milly, "Have the tapes all
been edited?"
"Yes, they are all ready. I hope Miss Cindy likes at least
one of them."
Had Randall known all the facts behind those remarks, he
rightly could have a strong concern for his future. Other
shades of possibilities could be the opposite. Nevertheless
the tides of his fate would move on and he'd be unwittingly
carried along on the crest of that wave. Morning arrived and
he was moved to a room high up in this cavernous building.
There he was joined by 6 other men. One by one they were led
into an adjoining room. Randall was first and once there he
was placed on a steel table and scrubbed, his pubic hair
shaved, and his bowels cleaned out. His attempt to avoid
this humiliating treatment were stifled by the prompt
application of the whip. He and each of the other men were
fitted with wrist and ankle straps and then mounted and
fastened in place on vaults. Mounted so that their buttocks
and pubic areas were elevated and open to handling and
inspection.
Meanwhile Miss Cindy was watching the VCR tapes made of
their inspection and evaluation the day before. After all
this prelude was completed the horses with their tethered
riders were wheeled into the audience room. Miss Cindy
started down the line and stopped at each exsposed,
vulnerable butt.
Her hands palpated and played with each mans buttocks,
inner thighs, dangling testicles and exposed the head of
each cock by rolling back the fore skin. Randall was the last
in line and Cindy remained at his position longer than the
others. He was aware of the other five being rolled away and
suddenly without warning he was struck with a vicious blow
from a heavy long whip. A blow that made his head swim and
his vision blur, for a confusiing moment before the awful
pain accumulated and issued from his tense throat. It was
more of a roar than a scream. Three more of these massive
blows landed on his lower back, across his buttocks and his
upper thighs. His whole being was shaking and shuddering,
his muscles were rigid and his throat ached from the
explosions that gave him his only relief. The blows did not
continue. His vision cleared and he looked forward at Cindy's
shaved cunt, not more than an inch from his nose. It looked
and smelled randy. With the shock of the whip still
ratchetting through his body, his thought was that he'd
rather be pussy whipped!
That was exactly the same idea that Cindy had only their
definitions of pussy-whipped were very different. She
dismissed everyone, released him and said, "Go lie down on
the couch". He lay there, where for the first time he could
see Cindy, a tall big boned lady about 35ish. She wore thigh
high boots, a gold chain around her waist and a sort of bra.
The bra only cupped her large breasts aloft without actually
covering them. She walked over to where he lay and straddled
the couch with her crotch against his chin. "Show me how
much you want to be mine!" She reached down and her hands
pulled his mouth to her gaping grotto. Randall's hands were
loose now and he spread her thick outer labia, ran his tongue
inside her inner lips and circled her soft tunnel. Randall
slid down to swab the skin back to her asshole and tickled
her brown rose. The first taste of her passion juices had
been a bit brackish but now the fresh flow was pungent but
sweet
When he arrived at her clit and his tongue had titilated
that turn-on button briefly she jumped off and snapped her
fingers. Randall, surprised at this abrupt interruption, sat
up and saw two nude young ladies enter. They looked alomost
like twins. Both chunky gals with bodies, tits, thighs and
shaved clean cunts exactly alike. The faces were different.
They ran to Miss Cindy and she held one on each side, fondling
their pert breasts and said to Randall, "I want you on that bed,"
pointing to a large round bed, "and please both of these
girls!"
Randall was more puzzled now, thinking--She sure as hell
didn't have to beat on me to get me to do that! Wonder what
the catch is?
He went to the round work bench and didn't have to wait
till both girls were all over him. They dived for his rigid
organ and soon were sharing the taste and feel of his balls
and taking turns at kissing him all over. The three of them
rolled around with one of them inhaling his cock and the
other gripping his head in her thighs as his tongue moistened
her grotto. First one, then the other sank his member into
her wet tunnel. Randall managed to get atop one of them and
stay with her till she was moaning and cried out as the storm
came over her. Randall moved to other nymph and first drove
her near to orgasm with his tongue and them came over her and
sank his big cock into her and met her orgasm with his pent
up discharge.
How was it?"
Randall looked her straight on and said, "No, I thought it a
shame to force her"
"Force, smorsch, you are one of those who Stephen't know
that
pain and sex are at times nearly the same. Something you
both will learn"
"I can't accept that idea," Randall answered.
"Then I'll demonstrate that it is as I said."
Cindy got up and talked to the ever present guards. They
took Randall to an upright wooden frame and fastened him to
the top bar, arms overhead.
Then to Randall's total surprise Cindy was hung facing him.
With their nude bodies touching and swaying slightly she
said, "I suppose you think you're all fucked out for today,
that you couldn't get it up again?"
As she spoke the attendant strapped her belly against
Randall's, with his limp organ pressed between them. Randall was
trying to guess where this strange arrangement would lead.
He soon found out when again the attendant behind him managed
to accurately land a blow on Randall's already battered and
sore ass. Slightly later Cindy jerked against him as
her butt received a matching blow! The blows alternated
between her and Randall. Their backs, thighs and buttocks
were well marked and glowing red when she, through gritted
teeth said, "See what I mean, you're getting hard again".
Tied as they were, with her breasts, belly and hips squirming
against him the next exercise in confusing the senses began.
Now it was tickling feathers. Randall had always been very
sensitive to tickling, and now it seemed unbearable. The
light touch of the long feathers on his body, armpits,
crotch, thighs and feet were in a way harder to bear than the
whip.
Both he and Cindy were howling for the tickling to stop.
They both were sweating and crying but the exquisite pain did
not stop until one attendant reached between them and tested
Randall's blooming hard-on. The strap around them was removed
and Cindy and he both looked down to see the result. His
member was so damn hard that it kept them separated.
Randall's balls were aching and his cock was painfully erect.
They were swaying and as their bodies smacked together and
that tap was added sweet pain. Released from the frame they
were of one mind. That was a dash to the bed where he roughly
flung her on the round bed and jammed that damned hard pain
into her wet cunt. The frantic fuck that followed was
disorganised, out of synch and sweat poured out of them. The
noise of the popping suction from sweaty bellys could be
heard over the taunts coming from them. Cindy shouting,
"Harder. Damn you-get it all in". Randall answered, "Suck it
in, Bitch"
Randall fell out of her and she screamed, rolled over and
said. "Up my ass. Hurry."
Without a thought Randall blindly followed her desire and
held his blunderbus against her upturned nether opening. Wet
and slippery from it's previous repository it slid in to this
snug harbor. Randall gathered his composure somewhat and
looked down at his cock surrounded by the stretched anal
ring. Rather idly his mind asked, "God, how'd it get in
there? Doesn't seem like it would fit" Tentatively he moved
in and out a slight bit. Cindy moaned as her gut was pulled
along by this movement. Randall wasn't sure whether this moan
was responding to pain or ecstasy. He remembered Cindy's
belief that the two feelings were mostly one and the same.
"You ok,?" he asked.
"Yesss, get going and massage my clit!"
Randall thought, "I guess she's sold on the idea that pain
is good!" And went on with the ass-fucking. His hand went
under her belly and searched for the clit, found it, and
massaged it in rhythm with his cock moving in her. She soon,
all too soon, gave way to this stimulation and as she quaked
to her cum reaction he felt the fluids flood from her cunt.
They both were worn and tired now and fell asleep. Randall
awoke to find himself back at the urinal, cock in hand,
shaking the last drop! Randall was, to say the least, shook
by this awesome event. Was it a dream? He was unsure if he
wanted to return to that dream. He wandered that day trying
to make sense of a senseless experience. It was early
evening when he returned to his apartment and found evidence
of his abduction, Whelts across his butt!
A week later he received a phone call from a person who
identified himself as Walter Jacos. Jacos said, "I'm
calling you on behalf of Miss Cindy! Her message is as
follows, "If you wish to meet with me again be at the Hotel
Armitage next Tuseday. Seven PM. Go to room 1118. This
meeting is to offer you a rare opportunity. Feel free to
ignore this message. If you do come, and we can agree on
terms, it should be worth your time".
That gave Randall several days to decide, although his
immediate reaction was to ignore the invitation. He argued
that decision for the remaining days and when Tuesday arrived
he'd lost his fight and said to himself, "What the hell, I'll
find out what she wants."