Read part one here.
Steven stepped out of the shower stall and used his own towel to dry off. He didn't need to get clean so much as cool down. Despite his regular fitness routine, the women of Luna Society caused him to push his endurance to the limits during their monthly get-together. A cold shower worked wonders for shedding the excess heat he built up during his performance. He looked in the mirror and stretched as he finished drying himself.
Wrapping the towel around his waist, he exited the small bathroom. A woman spotted the door opening and hurried over. They exchanged smiles as she scurried by. He tried to give her a playful slap on the ass, but she dodged and laughed before closing the door behind her. Steven could feel the perspiration from his still overheated body starting to form on his skin. He grabbed a spot on the couch to sit down and relax for a bit.
The big screen TV was showing a twenty year old porn star writhing on her back as a deeply tanned man ate her pussy. He recognized the actress but didn't know her name. As the camera panned the scene, he could see another actress playing with the man's cock, getting him ready. The set was almost entirely white and softly lit. The camera gently moved over the performers and transitioned from one scene to another beautifully, a cinematic work of art, perfectly fantastic with perfect bodies coupling in passion.
On the other side of the lounge, a guy slouched on the easy chair with his legs spread apart to accommodate the woman sucking his cock on her knees in front of him. He recognized Andrew, but couldn't see the woman very well. He assumed it was the same one he was fucking on the couch fifteen minutes earlier. His view was partially obscured by another man who was happily plowing into her from behind. His legs were spread wide, giving Steve an uninterrupted view of the guy's balls rhythmically slapping against her vulva. Neither of the two men were in good shape and the woman was well into her thirties, though still quite good looking. They were all living the moment, not a care in the world. Watching porn on the internet, he thought, was nothing like watching porn in real life.
A third man stood near the stairs, watching the threesome. He moved aside as a couple came in and walked to the other side of the room. They watched the TV and the threesome for a few moments and left for the recreation room. Steve looked back at the screen; the guy was inside her now and the two girls were kissing passionately.
The man who was watching finally approached and joined the other three. He took the place of the guy who was fucking the girl from behind when he stopped for a rest. Steve got up and made his way to the recreation room.
The whole house was very dimly lit, so the slight extra darkness of the dungeon didn't bother him. The relatively bright light of billiard table was the glaring exception. The guys there were in a heated game. They had a girl bent over and shackled to the roller rack where they took turns fucking her or letting her suck them. From her distinct tattoo, he recognized her as Rhiannon, a newcomer and the first girl he fucked earlier that night. She seemed to be fitting in well with the others.
He had seen a couple of newcomers get cold feet after arriving at one of the society parties. You could see it in their manner as they looked around nervously. When the action began, they would stay back and watch or only half-hard-hearted participate and make an excuse to leave.
Nearby, behind one of the movable partitions, another first timer was getting tied up. Her arms were folded behind her back as a man deftly ran the rope around her body and arms. She was blindfolded and looking helpless. Two other men watched and commented on the technique being used.
Near her was one of the regular girls. Steven remembered her from earlier in the evening when he had her to himself for a little while. Her wrists were held by firm leather cuffs and arms hoisted above her head. Her ankles were similarly cuffed, but attached to a long wooden plank on the floor. Ron, the master of the house, was pulling the girl's head back with her hair. He was whispering something to her. Steve could hear her moan "Yes," to whatever question he was asking.
He moved in closer. One of the guys came over with an electric vibrator and got down in front of her. He turned it on low and pressed it between her legs briefly. "Is that what you want?" Ron whispered into her ear.
"Yes ... yes, please!"
"You have to earn it." He nodded to one of the other men who stepped up and slapped her ass. The other guy watching followed suit. She cried out each time. Ron asked her if that's what she wanted and she gave the same reply as before, doing her best to nod her head. Ron's hand reached around the front and between her legs. "Oh, you do like that." He pulled his fingers from her pussy and put them in her mouth. She licked his fingers then sucked them.
The men continued to spank her until her ass glowed pink. Ron raised a hand and they stopped. The man squatting on the ground then applied the vibrator again. She would have collapsed had the overhead rope not held her up. Ron stepped around her and, still holding her by the hair, positioned himself behind her. She moaned again as he slid his cock into her.
He gave her only a dozen slow thrusts before pulling out abruptly. As if on cue, one of the two men positioned himself and fucked her hard for about a minute. He pulled out and gave the third guy a turn. Ron went back in and fucked her hard for a few minutes. The fourth man remained on the ground, holding the vibrator against the girl's clit.
Steve was aroused. His towel had a very obvious bulge. He positioned himself to take over from Ron, tossing his towel to a hook on the wall. The moment Ron backed out, Steve took his place. He held the girl's hips and thrust furiously. His balls hit the head of the vibrator, but he ignored that. He gave her a good two or three minutes before stopping. Another guy took his place. When he was finished, the vibrator came away and the spanking began again.
Ron let go of her hair and her head slumped downward between her arms. The two guys spanking her started playing with her tits as they continued their assault. One of the girls, Lee, came over and took the vibrator from the guy on the ground. She took his spot and started rubbing the vibrator head over the captive's pussy, but without turning it on. The previous operator removed his boxer shorts and took up position to take his turn with the girl. The guys stopped their spanking and he entered her. The vibrator turned on then and the girl raised her head and groaned. Ron released the rope that kept her arms suspended. She started to slump, but the other two guys held her up. The man behind her laid back on the wooden floor. She turned around and mounted him.
Looking back, Steve could see that the other girl, who was being roped up, was now helpless. Her arms were securely tied behind her back and her legs were tied with knees bent, leaving her legs spread. she was crouching on an ottoman, one guy fucking her from behind while another fed his cock into her mouth.
Then he noticed the other new girl, Rhiannon, being lead away from the billiard corner. He noted the heavy collar around her neck and the leather shackles on her ankles and wrists. She was a bit unsteady on her feet and one of the men guided her.
He took her to the St. Andrew's Cross, attaching her cuffs to each extended arm. The result was that she was spread eagle on the wall, unable to move. Another guy pushed over a small cart with various instruments on it. The guy in charge picked up one of the paddles and stood next to Rhiannon, just touching her. "Now, should we use this one?" He slapped it on his hand. She flinched at the sound. "Or," he went on, picking up a switch, "maybe this one." He cracked it against his bare thigh. The high pitched whine as it flew through the air almost made Steve wince. He went through half a dozen different devices, each time teasing her with its sound, and touching it to her pale skin, but not striking her with it.
He finally settled on a flogger consisting of long, thin, leather thongs. A girl had once used that very same device on Steve. It didn't really hurt, but was stimulating and somewhat annoying. She had hoped to work him into a frenzy of some sort, but Steve found the whole experience a waste of time. That girl, on the other hand, loved to be whipped and he gladly returned the favor to her.
The man raised the flogger and brought down on Rhiannon's ass and she jumped, not expecting the blow. From that position, he whipped it backhanded across her shoulder-blades. The leather strips whirled around his head before bringing it down on her ass once more. The guy started into some sort of ritualistic dance, turning and striking and swinging the flogger over his head and around his torso, bringing the business end down on the girl with every swing. He was striking her about every two seconds, but sometimes delayed the whip in a calculated way of breaking her concentration.
He put the flogger aside and picked up a slim bamboo rod with a thin cord at the end. Even in the dim light, Steve could see that the tip was frayed, looking somewhat feathery. The master, Mister Jim, dragged the rod over her shoulder and head, trailing the cord along behind. "Yes, I think this would work better. Don't you, slut?" She responded only by looking back at him, a worried look in her eyes. "Yes," he repeated, running the rod across her back in a motion that might otherwise be described as lovingly.
He took a big step back and looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was in the way of the whip. He flicked it back and snapped it forward. It made a swishing noise as it flew through the air. Steve expected it to make a cracking sound, but it just whispered. The end didn't touch Rhiannon, but came very close. Jim was flicking it back and forth with his wrist, letting the tip get nearer and nearer to the girl's skin. She was tensing up on the cross, practically writhing in anticipation.
Jim let the whip kiss her left buttock and immediately the right. She squirmed, trying to break free from the frame, but she was going nowhere. Two more flicks, in quick succession, landed on her ass, then two struck her on the ribs. Unable to wiggle free, she tensed up. The whip flicked back and forth, back and forth, then four strikes on her ass, two on her back, and two more on her upper thigh. She cried out.
Jim flicked the whip back and forth a few more times, then laid into her again. He hit her a dozen times over her back and ass and thighs. He gave her a few seconds pause then doubled the number of times the frayed cord planted itself on her skin. Another few seconds of reprieve and then the whip struck again and again and again, with no letup. She was being hit two times every second and the whip landed on a different spot every time, never giving her a chance to prepare.
Steve was surprised by two things. The whip was not making any distinct marks, but her pale skin was nevertheless flushing pink, noticeable even in the dim light of the room. Rhiannon had stopped crying out and was no longer stiff against the cross, but almost trance-like in her appearance. This didn't last long.
The sound of the strikes on Rhiannon changed. Steve could see that the it was no longer the feather tip hitting her, but the cord itself. She squirmed once again, but Jim did not let up on the beating. The cord continued its percussive flaying with two beats per second. Steve could see thin red marks appearing faintly on her skin, each maybe two centimeters long. Jim stepped sideways and started striking her with an overhead backhand. The marks were no longer parallel, but cross hatched.
Jim was putting most of his effort on her back. He was careful to balance out the number of forehand strokes with backhand strokes. This guy was an artist and Rhiannon was his canvas. Steve moved sideways to get a look at her face. She was grimacing through bared teeth, tears rolling down her cheeks.
When he stopped the whipping, Rhiannon's knees buckled, her suspended arms holding most of her weight. Jim approached her and whispered in her ear, drawing the whip along her flank. He could see her nodding and mumbling something. Jim returned the whip and picked out a broad leather belt. He folded it in half and made a cracking sound with it. The girl practically jumped at the noise. "Oh, you're going to like this one," he drawled. He approached her again, running the belt around her neck then along her back. He transferred it to his left hand and used his right hand to caress her ass. He whispered to her again then his hand went between her legs. He played there for a few moments. His fingers came out glistening with her juices.
Jim lowered his slacks and his erection leapt upward. He put it between her legs but didn't seem to penetrate her. He just ran the head over her lips as he whispered in her ear. He leaned back and took a rubber bit from the cart. Holding the belt between his teeth, he put the bit into her mouth and clasped it behind her head, beneath her hair. His cock remained between her legs the whole time, only now did he rock his hips upward and enter her.
Rhiannon moaned loudly around the bit. Steve watched as she arched her back, pushing her ass toward him, allowing him to penetrate more deeply. Steve was rock hard by now and was dying to take Jim's place. He was hoping he'd let the men standing around a chance to fuck her, but instead he pulled out, pulled up his pants and cracked the belt a few more times. Holding the brass buckle, he let the belt fall to the ground then took leisurely swing at the girl on the cross.
All his effort was concentrated on her ass this time. The belt left a wide red mark with every hit. Jim didn't make it rhythmic this time, but struck, waited, and struck again without giving her any warning. Each time, Rhiannon cried out, her voice trembling and somewhat muffled by the bit between her teeth. Steve moved to the side again to see her face. Tears were running down her cheeks and along her nose.
Her cries gradually changed to sobs as Jim continued to spank her with the belt. Her ass was red, but there were no raised welts. "You like that, you filthy slut, do you?" He asked her, in a commanding voice.
"Uh!" she said and nodded.
"What's that? I can't understand you. Do you like that?" He punctuated the question with another strike on her red buttocks.
"Uh," she said again. "Aye ike at!" Jim made her repeat her answer more loudly. "Ess, aye ike it!"
He put the belt on his shoulder and moved in close to her. "Yes, yes you do, do you?" His hand delicately ran along her back and slid down between the cheeks of her ass. She rolled her hips to give him greater access. "Yes you do," he said. He pulled his pants down and started fucking her again. "You do!" She cried out and screwed her eyes shut. Jim thrust upward and into her, pushing her into cross with each roll of his hips. He continued for a good five minutes before saying "Maybe some of these other men would like to fuck you. Would you like to be their fuck puppet and make them feel good?" She made a gagging noise and nodded her head. "You want these guys to fuck your little red ass?" She nodded again.
Steve moved in close. As soon as Jim backed out of her, he was ready. He nodded at Jim and he nodded back in silent agreement. Jim pressed his cock against the girl's pussy. The first thing he noticed was the heat radiating from her cheeks. Her skin was burning hot against his hips. He rubbed the head of his cock against her labia. She was sopping wet, practically dripping juices. He pushed up and in, sensing her interior was as hot as her buttocks.
"Your ass is so hot, baby," he breathed into her ear. "I can feel your heat, you're like a little furnace. Such a hot horny slut with such a hot fucking ass." He reached up and pinched her nipples hard. She let out a moan and a sob. "You don't deserve to be here," he went on. "That's why you're being punished. We're just going to fuck you and throw you out on the street like the dirty whore you are." She moaned again. Steve put his hands back on her hips for leverage and fucked her for all he was worth while whispering insults into her ear.
He pulled out suddenly, evoking another moan from Rhiannon. He slapped her ass hard and walked away. He could hear the girl sobbing. Looking back, he saw another man quickly take his place.
The other new girl, he couldn't remember her name, was still tied up. She was on her back, now, her head over the edge of the ottoman, a guy fucking her face while another licked her pussy. There were no guys waiting to join in, so he moved closer. When the guy pulled out of her mouth, Steve dipped his own cock into the girl's mouth and let her suck Rhiannon's juice off him.
When the guy between the girl's legs moved up to fuck her, Steve looked away so as not to make eye contact. The girl that Ron was working on earlier had been replaced by another woman, the one that he saw in the TV lounge a little while ago. They had her arms outstretched, tied to a stretcher bar. She was kneeling, trying to suck off Ron while another guy maneuvered behind her to take her that way.
The pool table was not longer being used for pool. Two girls were bent over opposite sides of the table, arms outstretch, holding hand. Two guys were taking them from behind while three more watched, waiting to take their turn. Rhiannon was still tied to the cross, only now one of the regular girls was licking her asshole and using a vibrator on her pussy. Jim had taken off the bit gag, making her moans and whimpers less muffled.
He pulled his dick out of the girl's mouth and gave her a gentle but firm slap in the face. "That's good, now suck my balls!" He lowered his testicles toward the girl's mouth. She tongued them then sucked one then the other. She did her best, but she could not get both of them in her mouth at the same time.
He straightened his legs to release himself from her lips, then pointed his cock downward. She opened her mouth in response. Bracing himself with his arms on the cushion top and slowly thrust into her mouth. He didn't want to do too much too soon, but she seemed capable of taking his entire length. He gradually increased his pace until he was fucking her face with abandon. When he eased up and slid out, her face was plastered in drool. He rubbed his cock all over her face.
The guy fucking her stopped and stood up, panting a little from his exertions. Steve took the opportunity to take his place, plunging his dripping cock into her dripping pussy. Another guy took over the girl's head, face fucking her just as he had done.
Steve spent a few more minutes with the girl then stood back and leaned against the wall to rest. As before, his vacated spot was quickly filled by one of the waiting men. Over at the pool table, a girl sat on the corner, a guy between her legs and two more waiting their turn. Ron was leading his girl by a leash to the cross, which no longer held Rhiannon. She was now on all fours, wrists shackled to the posts of the low day bed near one corner of the room. A partition blocked part of his view so he walked closer to see what was happening to her.
One of the women, Melanie, was taking a broad leather paddle and holding it to Rhiannon's face. She was commanded to moisten the heavy leather with her tongue. The girl's tongue was barely out, making thin stains on the dark material. "Come on," the mistress was saying, "stick that tongue out and let me see it!" Reluctantly, Rhiannon broadened her tongue and lapped at the smooth surface until it was shining. "That's better," Melanie, cooed. She inspected the paddle and then struck Rhiannon's upturned ass with a resounding smack. She jumped as much from the sound as from the strike itself. Melanie took another swing and connected with the same crack as before.
Steve had once used this paddle on a girl here. It looked foreboding, but the broad face of the paddle distributed the pressure over a larger surface area, making it much less painful that a belt, but still providing and impressive percussive report with each hit.
The marks on her back were gradually diminishing, but her ass was as red as ever. The new assault would ensure that she'd not be showing porcelain white for at least a few hours, maybe even a couple of days. Melanie looked like she knew what she was doing, though.
One of the men knelt on the head of the bed and thrust his erection toward her face. She took it and started sucking. Melanie struck again and Rhiannon jumped. "What do good girls say?' she asked, pulling Rhiannon's hair.
"Unk oo!" the girl replied around the cock in her mouth. Another slap on the ass with the paddle, another "Unk oo!" from its victim. The guy held her head firmly and began to fuck her face. She tried to continue her "Thank you!" with each strike of the paddle, but it came out as one long, ululating moan after a few minutes.
Somewhat satisfied, he tried to slide beneath Rhiannon, but got hung up on the ropes holding her cuffs to the bed. Another guy made a suggestion while a third lifted one of her legs and proceeded to get beneath her that way. She didn't need to be told what to do, just lowered her pussy onto the awaiting erection beneath her.
The guy she was sucking off was lubing up his cock and climbing onto the back of the low bed. He fingered her asshole for a few moments, working a finger in deep as the other guy continued his upward thrusting. He knelt astride the bottom man's legs and pressed his cock head to Rhiannon's asshole, holding her steady with a grip on one hip. Steve had watched her getting double-penetrated upstairs earlier, so he knew this wasn't a new experience for her.
Steve couldn't see the action at this point and walked around near the head of the bed to see how she was taking it. She was gripping the bottom guy's head, digging her fingers into his hair. Her face was a mixture of pain and desire as the top guy pressed into her ass. When he stopped, she arched her back and let out her breath with a long moan. "Oh fuck," she said.
She opened her eyes and focused on Steve. The two men began fucking her in earnest and she groaned in pleasure, never taking her eyes off him. Did she even remember him from earlier? She gritted her teeth and said "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!" The men pumped her hard and her eyes slowly closed. The bottom guy held onto her shoulders, pressing her breasts against his chest. The top guy held her neck in one hand, her hip in the other. "Just fuck me!" she cried.
Steve could see the top man getting tired. He looked at the other three guys wondering if any of them would be ready to move in. He grabbed some lube and started stroking his cock as he moved toward the back of the bed. As if on cue, top guy slowed down and stopped, then backed out of Rhiannon's ass. He half sat and half knelt on the bed and Steve made is move. He got up on the bed, put a knee between the bottom guy's thighs and pressed the head of his cock against her asshole.
Her little pink bud relaxed and he watched the tip enter her. She was so tight that he had to press hard to get inside her. Once the head slipped in, he took a moment to savor the feeling. She gave him a gentle squeeze with her ass and he pushed in deeper. When she had accepted the entire length of his shaft, he rocked his hips back, pulling out slightly. The guy beneath resumed his thrusting and Steve had to catch the rhythm quickly or risk falling out of her ass.
He wasn't keen on having another man's balls slapping against his own, but that's the price you pay for double penetration. A few girls did double pussy penetration, but he'd not tried that yet. He pulled back on Rhiannon's hair and leaned into her ear. "You like that? You like being our filthy fuck toy? You like having two men fuck you? You feel those two cocks inside you?"
She moaned "Yes!" He continued.
"We're going to let all the guys fuck your tight little asshole until you can't sit down. You're just going to be a our little ass whore tonight. You like that ass whore? You want us to keep fucking your ass?"
"Oh, fuck my ass," she cried, looking back at Steve. "Just fuck my ass." Steve was close, so fucking close.
He pulled out of Rhiannon's ass and stood up near her head, stroking his cock furiously. He grabbed her head and shoved his dick in her mouth. "Taste your ass you dirty cum guzzler!" he said and started dribbling cum into her mouth. It was his third load of the night and not nearly as impressive as his first. She sucked him clean and licked her lips in an exaggerated look of contentment.
Steve got out of the way as a newcomer got on the bed. He staggered to the wall and leaned there for a few minutes, taking in the action again. Not only did Rhiannon have both her holes filled, a third guy was busy trying to get his cock into her mouth to make her water tight. Melanie was reaching between the two men at the back end, either playing with their balls or trying to tickle Rhiannon's clit.
Ron's girl was firmly attached to the cross, face out. The guys were using markers to write on her. "Skin poetry," Ron called it. They used permanent marker. If a girl got good and sweaty, the ink would run off easily. If she didn't, she would need a few days of scrubbing. This encouraged the recipient of the poems to be very active.
Steve could see "Cum slut" inked on her forehead. That was pretty common. On one forearm was a line like a ruler and "I want a cock this big" written there. He moved in closer to see what elese she had been given. "Penis holster" was written on her throat, "Eat me!" was just below her pubic bone, "Roll me over and fuck my ass," was on her stomach. Two eyes and a smiling mouth made one nipple a nose in a weird looking face. The other nipple had an arrow pointing to it and the instructions "In case of orgasm, pinch hard." The author had screwed up the orgasm part, muddling the middle letters.
Steve took one of the markers and wrote "Slut life," just below her collar bone. One of the girls took a different colored marker and drew a heart around it. She drew a flower near one of the other phrases. Ron released the girl from the cross and they turned her around. Steve took his marker and wrote "Spank me, please" on one cheek. Not original, but effective because he was pretty sure she'd be getting spanked in the next few minutes.
No one was around the sex chair, so Steve went over and sat down. It was not the most comfortable seat, but it provided a good view of half the room ... and it had one other benefit. Of the of the girls wandered over, seeing him sitting there. He just smiled at her, not saying a thing.
"You look tired," she said.
"I'm all fucked out, Jen" he wryly admitted. She should surely know, seeing as how he was fucking her brains out a couple of hours ago.
"Well, let's see about that." She sat on the bench between his legs and took his balls in her hands. She drew his flaccid penis between her lips and she sucked gently. Steve relaxed and looked around the room, watching the fucking, the sucking, the spanking, and enjoying Jen's attention. She made eye contact with him and he gave her an approving smile.
Despite his claim of being worn out, her careful attention soon had him straight and hard. "You want to fuck me with that or do you want another girl?" she said, a twinkle in her eye. Jen was just the sort of generous girl who would suck a guy hard and send him off to stick his dick into another slut without a moment's thought. One of the regular guys called her a "Betty."
"You did this to me. I owe you," he told her with a smile. She giggled and pulled Steve up from the chair. She bent over and spread her cheeks. Steve slid his cock in and savored the difference between her mouth and her pussy. "Much better than porn on the internet," he murmured.
Steven stepped out of the shower stall and used his own towel to dry off. He didn't need to get clean so much as cool down. Despite his regular fitness routine, the women of Luna Society caused him to push his endurance to the limits during their monthly get-together. A cold shower worked wonders for shedding the excess heat he built up during his performance. He looked in the mirror and stretched as he finished drying himself.
Wrapping the towel around his waist, he exited the small bathroom. A woman spotted the door opening and hurried over. They exchanged smiles as she scurried by. He tried to give her a playful slap on the ass, but she dodged and laughed before closing the door behind her. Steven could feel the perspiration from his still overheated body starting to form on his skin. He grabbed a spot on the couch to sit down and relax for a bit.
The big screen TV was showing a twenty year old porn star writhing on her back as a deeply tanned man ate her pussy. He recognized the actress but didn't know her name. As the camera panned the scene, he could see another actress playing with the man's cock, getting him ready. The set was almost entirely white and softly lit. The camera gently moved over the performers and transitioned from one scene to another beautifully, a cinematic work of art, perfectly fantastic with perfect bodies coupling in passion.
On the other side of the lounge, a guy slouched on the easy chair with his legs spread apart to accommodate the woman sucking his cock on her knees in front of him. He recognized Andrew, but couldn't see the woman very well. He assumed it was the same one he was fucking on the couch fifteen minutes earlier. His view was partially obscured by another man who was happily plowing into her from behind. His legs were spread wide, giving Steve an uninterrupted view of the guy's balls rhythmically slapping against her vulva. Neither of the two men were in good shape and the woman was well into her thirties, though still quite good looking. They were all living the moment, not a care in the world. Watching porn on the internet, he thought, was nothing like watching porn in real life.
A third man stood near the stairs, watching the threesome. He moved aside as a couple came in and walked to the other side of the room. They watched the TV and the threesome for a few moments and left for the recreation room. Steve looked back at the screen; the guy was inside her now and the two girls were kissing passionately.
The man who was watching finally approached and joined the other three. He took the place of the guy who was fucking the girl from behind when he stopped for a rest. Steve got up and made his way to the recreation room.
The whole house was very dimly lit, so the slight extra darkness of the dungeon didn't bother him. The relatively bright light of billiard table was the glaring exception. The guys there were in a heated game. They had a girl bent over and shackled to the roller rack where they took turns fucking her or letting her suck them. From her distinct tattoo, he recognized her as Rhiannon, a newcomer and the first girl he fucked earlier that night. She seemed to be fitting in well with the others.
He had seen a couple of newcomers get cold feet after arriving at one of the society parties. You could see it in their manner as they looked around nervously. When the action began, they would stay back and watch or only half-hard-hearted participate and make an excuse to leave.
Nearby, behind one of the movable partitions, another first timer was getting tied up. Her arms were folded behind her back as a man deftly ran the rope around her body and arms. She was blindfolded and looking helpless. Two other men watched and commented on the technique being used.
Near her was one of the regular girls. Steven remembered her from earlier in the evening when he had her to himself for a little while. Her wrists were held by firm leather cuffs and arms hoisted above her head. Her ankles were similarly cuffed, but attached to a long wooden plank on the floor. Ron, the master of the house, was pulling the girl's head back with her hair. He was whispering something to her. Steve could hear her moan "Yes," to whatever question he was asking.
He moved in closer. One of the guys came over with an electric vibrator and got down in front of her. He turned it on low and pressed it between her legs briefly. "Is that what you want?" Ron whispered into her ear.
"Yes ... yes, please!"
"You have to earn it." He nodded to one of the other men who stepped up and slapped her ass. The other guy watching followed suit. She cried out each time. Ron asked her if that's what she wanted and she gave the same reply as before, doing her best to nod her head. Ron's hand reached around the front and between her legs. "Oh, you do like that." He pulled his fingers from her pussy and put them in her mouth. She licked his fingers then sucked them.
The men continued to spank her until her ass glowed pink. Ron raised a hand and they stopped. The man squatting on the ground then applied the vibrator again. She would have collapsed had the overhead rope not held her up. Ron stepped around her and, still holding her by the hair, positioned himself behind her. She moaned again as he slid his cock into her.
He gave her only a dozen slow thrusts before pulling out abruptly. As if on cue, one of the two men positioned himself and fucked her hard for about a minute. He pulled out and gave the third guy a turn. Ron went back in and fucked her hard for a few minutes. The fourth man remained on the ground, holding the vibrator against the girl's clit.
Steve was aroused. His towel had a very obvious bulge. He positioned himself to take over from Ron, tossing his towel to a hook on the wall. The moment Ron backed out, Steve took his place. He held the girl's hips and thrust furiously. His balls hit the head of the vibrator, but he ignored that. He gave her a good two or three minutes before stopping. Another guy took his place. When he was finished, the vibrator came away and the spanking began again.
Ron let go of her hair and her head slumped downward between her arms. The two guys spanking her started playing with her tits as they continued their assault. One of the girls, Lee, came over and took the vibrator from the guy on the ground. She took his spot and started rubbing the vibrator head over the captive's pussy, but without turning it on. The previous operator removed his boxer shorts and took up position to take his turn with the girl. The guys stopped their spanking and he entered her. The vibrator turned on then and the girl raised her head and groaned. Ron released the rope that kept her arms suspended. She started to slump, but the other two guys held her up. The man behind her laid back on the wooden floor. She turned around and mounted him.
Looking back, Steve could see that the other girl, who was being roped up, was now helpless. Her arms were securely tied behind her back and her legs were tied with knees bent, leaving her legs spread. she was crouching on an ottoman, one guy fucking her from behind while another fed his cock into her mouth.
Then he noticed the other new girl, Rhiannon, being lead away from the billiard corner. He noted the heavy collar around her neck and the leather shackles on her ankles and wrists. She was a bit unsteady on her feet and one of the men guided her.
He took her to the St. Andrew's Cross, attaching her cuffs to each extended arm. The result was that she was spread eagle on the wall, unable to move. Another guy pushed over a small cart with various instruments on it. The guy in charge picked up one of the paddles and stood next to Rhiannon, just touching her. "Now, should we use this one?" He slapped it on his hand. She flinched at the sound. "Or," he went on, picking up a switch, "maybe this one." He cracked it against his bare thigh. The high pitched whine as it flew through the air almost made Steve wince. He went through half a dozen different devices, each time teasing her with its sound, and touching it to her pale skin, but not striking her with it.
He finally settled on a flogger consisting of long, thin, leather thongs. A girl had once used that very same device on Steve. It didn't really hurt, but was stimulating and somewhat annoying. She had hoped to work him into a frenzy of some sort, but Steve found the whole experience a waste of time. That girl, on the other hand, loved to be whipped and he gladly returned the favor to her.
The man raised the flogger and brought down on Rhiannon's ass and she jumped, not expecting the blow. From that position, he whipped it backhanded across her shoulder-blades. The leather strips whirled around his head before bringing it down on her ass once more. The guy started into some sort of ritualistic dance, turning and striking and swinging the flogger over his head and around his torso, bringing the business end down on the girl with every swing. He was striking her about every two seconds, but sometimes delayed the whip in a calculated way of breaking her concentration.
He put the flogger aside and picked up a slim bamboo rod with a thin cord at the end. Even in the dim light, Steve could see that the tip was frayed, looking somewhat feathery. The master, Mister Jim, dragged the rod over her shoulder and head, trailing the cord along behind. "Yes, I think this would work better. Don't you, slut?" She responded only by looking back at him, a worried look in her eyes. "Yes," he repeated, running the rod across her back in a motion that might otherwise be described as lovingly.
He took a big step back and looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was in the way of the whip. He flicked it back and snapped it forward. It made a swishing noise as it flew through the air. Steve expected it to make a cracking sound, but it just whispered. The end didn't touch Rhiannon, but came very close. Jim was flicking it back and forth with his wrist, letting the tip get nearer and nearer to the girl's skin. She was tensing up on the cross, practically writhing in anticipation.
Jim let the whip kiss her left buttock and immediately the right. She squirmed, trying to break free from the frame, but she was going nowhere. Two more flicks, in quick succession, landed on her ass, then two struck her on the ribs. Unable to wiggle free, she tensed up. The whip flicked back and forth, back and forth, then four strikes on her ass, two on her back, and two more on her upper thigh. She cried out.
Jim flicked the whip back and forth a few more times, then laid into her again. He hit her a dozen times over her back and ass and thighs. He gave her a few seconds pause then doubled the number of times the frayed cord planted itself on her skin. Another few seconds of reprieve and then the whip struck again and again and again, with no letup. She was being hit two times every second and the whip landed on a different spot every time, never giving her a chance to prepare.
Steve was surprised by two things. The whip was not making any distinct marks, but her pale skin was nevertheless flushing pink, noticeable even in the dim light of the room. Rhiannon had stopped crying out and was no longer stiff against the cross, but almost trance-like in her appearance. This didn't last long.
The sound of the strikes on Rhiannon changed. Steve could see that the it was no longer the feather tip hitting her, but the cord itself. She squirmed once again, but Jim did not let up on the beating. The cord continued its percussive flaying with two beats per second. Steve could see thin red marks appearing faintly on her skin, each maybe two centimeters long. Jim stepped sideways and started striking her with an overhead backhand. The marks were no longer parallel, but cross hatched.
Jim was putting most of his effort on her back. He was careful to balance out the number of forehand strokes with backhand strokes. This guy was an artist and Rhiannon was his canvas. Steve moved sideways to get a look at her face. She was grimacing through bared teeth, tears rolling down her cheeks.
When he stopped the whipping, Rhiannon's knees buckled, her suspended arms holding most of her weight. Jim approached her and whispered in her ear, drawing the whip along her flank. He could see her nodding and mumbling something. Jim returned the whip and picked out a broad leather belt. He folded it in half and made a cracking sound with it. The girl practically jumped at the noise. "Oh, you're going to like this one," he drawled. He approached her again, running the belt around her neck then along her back. He transferred it to his left hand and used his right hand to caress her ass. He whispered to her again then his hand went between her legs. He played there for a few moments. His fingers came out glistening with her juices.
Jim lowered his slacks and his erection leapt upward. He put it between her legs but didn't seem to penetrate her. He just ran the head over her lips as he whispered in her ear. He leaned back and took a rubber bit from the cart. Holding the belt between his teeth, he put the bit into her mouth and clasped it behind her head, beneath her hair. His cock remained between her legs the whole time, only now did he rock his hips upward and enter her.
Rhiannon moaned loudly around the bit. Steve watched as she arched her back, pushing her ass toward him, allowing him to penetrate more deeply. Steve was rock hard by now and was dying to take Jim's place. He was hoping he'd let the men standing around a chance to fuck her, but instead he pulled out, pulled up his pants and cracked the belt a few more times. Holding the brass buckle, he let the belt fall to the ground then took leisurely swing at the girl on the cross.
All his effort was concentrated on her ass this time. The belt left a wide red mark with every hit. Jim didn't make it rhythmic this time, but struck, waited, and struck again without giving her any warning. Each time, Rhiannon cried out, her voice trembling and somewhat muffled by the bit between her teeth. Steve moved to the side again to see her face. Tears were running down her cheeks and along her nose.
Her cries gradually changed to sobs as Jim continued to spank her with the belt. Her ass was red, but there were no raised welts. "You like that, you filthy slut, do you?" He asked her, in a commanding voice.
"Uh!" she said and nodded.
"What's that? I can't understand you. Do you like that?" He punctuated the question with another strike on her red buttocks.
"Uh," she said again. "Aye ike at!" Jim made her repeat her answer more loudly. "Ess, aye ike it!"
He put the belt on his shoulder and moved in close to her. "Yes, yes you do, do you?" His hand delicately ran along her back and slid down between the cheeks of her ass. She rolled her hips to give him greater access. "Yes you do," he said. He pulled his pants down and started fucking her again. "You do!" She cried out and screwed her eyes shut. Jim thrust upward and into her, pushing her into cross with each roll of his hips. He continued for a good five minutes before saying "Maybe some of these other men would like to fuck you. Would you like to be their fuck puppet and make them feel good?" She made a gagging noise and nodded her head. "You want these guys to fuck your little red ass?" She nodded again.
Steve moved in close. As soon as Jim backed out of her, he was ready. He nodded at Jim and he nodded back in silent agreement. Jim pressed his cock against the girl's pussy. The first thing he noticed was the heat radiating from her cheeks. Her skin was burning hot against his hips. He rubbed the head of his cock against her labia. She was sopping wet, practically dripping juices. He pushed up and in, sensing her interior was as hot as her buttocks.
"Your ass is so hot, baby," he breathed into her ear. "I can feel your heat, you're like a little furnace. Such a hot horny slut with such a hot fucking ass." He reached up and pinched her nipples hard. She let out a moan and a sob. "You don't deserve to be here," he went on. "That's why you're being punished. We're just going to fuck you and throw you out on the street like the dirty whore you are." She moaned again. Steve put his hands back on her hips for leverage and fucked her for all he was worth while whispering insults into her ear.
He pulled out suddenly, evoking another moan from Rhiannon. He slapped her ass hard and walked away. He could hear the girl sobbing. Looking back, he saw another man quickly take his place.
The other new girl, he couldn't remember her name, was still tied up. She was on her back, now, her head over the edge of the ottoman, a guy fucking her face while another licked her pussy. There were no guys waiting to join in, so he moved closer. When the guy pulled out of her mouth, Steve dipped his own cock into the girl's mouth and let her suck Rhiannon's juice off him.
When the guy between the girl's legs moved up to fuck her, Steve looked away so as not to make eye contact. The girl that Ron was working on earlier had been replaced by another woman, the one that he saw in the TV lounge a little while ago. They had her arms outstretched, tied to a stretcher bar. She was kneeling, trying to suck off Ron while another guy maneuvered behind her to take her that way.
The pool table was not longer being used for pool. Two girls were bent over opposite sides of the table, arms outstretch, holding hand. Two guys were taking them from behind while three more watched, waiting to take their turn. Rhiannon was still tied to the cross, only now one of the regular girls was licking her asshole and using a vibrator on her pussy. Jim had taken off the bit gag, making her moans and whimpers less muffled.
He pulled his dick out of the girl's mouth and gave her a gentle but firm slap in the face. "That's good, now suck my balls!" He lowered his testicles toward the girl's mouth. She tongued them then sucked one then the other. She did her best, but she could not get both of them in her mouth at the same time.
He straightened his legs to release himself from her lips, then pointed his cock downward. She opened her mouth in response. Bracing himself with his arms on the cushion top and slowly thrust into her mouth. He didn't want to do too much too soon, but she seemed capable of taking his entire length. He gradually increased his pace until he was fucking her face with abandon. When he eased up and slid out, her face was plastered in drool. He rubbed his cock all over her face.
The guy fucking her stopped and stood up, panting a little from his exertions. Steve took the opportunity to take his place, plunging his dripping cock into her dripping pussy. Another guy took over the girl's head, face fucking her just as he had done.
Steve spent a few more minutes with the girl then stood back and leaned against the wall to rest. As before, his vacated spot was quickly filled by one of the waiting men. Over at the pool table, a girl sat on the corner, a guy between her legs and two more waiting their turn. Ron was leading his girl by a leash to the cross, which no longer held Rhiannon. She was now on all fours, wrists shackled to the posts of the low day bed near one corner of the room. A partition blocked part of his view so he walked closer to see what was happening to her.
One of the women, Melanie, was taking a broad leather paddle and holding it to Rhiannon's face. She was commanded to moisten the heavy leather with her tongue. The girl's tongue was barely out, making thin stains on the dark material. "Come on," the mistress was saying, "stick that tongue out and let me see it!" Reluctantly, Rhiannon broadened her tongue and lapped at the smooth surface until it was shining. "That's better," Melanie, cooed. She inspected the paddle and then struck Rhiannon's upturned ass with a resounding smack. She jumped as much from the sound as from the strike itself. Melanie took another swing and connected with the same crack as before.
Steve had once used this paddle on a girl here. It looked foreboding, but the broad face of the paddle distributed the pressure over a larger surface area, making it much less painful that a belt, but still providing and impressive percussive report with each hit.
The marks on her back were gradually diminishing, but her ass was as red as ever. The new assault would ensure that she'd not be showing porcelain white for at least a few hours, maybe even a couple of days. Melanie looked like she knew what she was doing, though.
One of the men knelt on the head of the bed and thrust his erection toward her face. She took it and started sucking. Melanie struck again and Rhiannon jumped. "What do good girls say?' she asked, pulling Rhiannon's hair.
"Unk oo!" the girl replied around the cock in her mouth. Another slap on the ass with the paddle, another "Unk oo!" from its victim. The guy held her head firmly and began to fuck her face. She tried to continue her "Thank you!" with each strike of the paddle, but it came out as one long, ululating moan after a few minutes.
Somewhat satisfied, he tried to slide beneath Rhiannon, but got hung up on the ropes holding her cuffs to the bed. Another guy made a suggestion while a third lifted one of her legs and proceeded to get beneath her that way. She didn't need to be told what to do, just lowered her pussy onto the awaiting erection beneath her.
The guy she was sucking off was lubing up his cock and climbing onto the back of the low bed. He fingered her asshole for a few moments, working a finger in deep as the other guy continued his upward thrusting. He knelt astride the bottom man's legs and pressed his cock head to Rhiannon's asshole, holding her steady with a grip on one hip. Steve had watched her getting double-penetrated upstairs earlier, so he knew this wasn't a new experience for her.
Steve couldn't see the action at this point and walked around near the head of the bed to see how she was taking it. She was gripping the bottom guy's head, digging her fingers into his hair. Her face was a mixture of pain and desire as the top guy pressed into her ass. When he stopped, she arched her back and let out her breath with a long moan. "Oh fuck," she said.
She opened her eyes and focused on Steve. The two men began fucking her in earnest and she groaned in pleasure, never taking her eyes off him. Did she even remember him from earlier? She gritted her teeth and said "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!" The men pumped her hard and her eyes slowly closed. The bottom guy held onto her shoulders, pressing her breasts against his chest. The top guy held her neck in one hand, her hip in the other. "Just fuck me!" she cried.
Steve could see the top man getting tired. He looked at the other three guys wondering if any of them would be ready to move in. He grabbed some lube and started stroking his cock as he moved toward the back of the bed. As if on cue, top guy slowed down and stopped, then backed out of Rhiannon's ass. He half sat and half knelt on the bed and Steve made is move. He got up on the bed, put a knee between the bottom guy's thighs and pressed the head of his cock against her asshole.
Her little pink bud relaxed and he watched the tip enter her. She was so tight that he had to press hard to get inside her. Once the head slipped in, he took a moment to savor the feeling. She gave him a gentle squeeze with her ass and he pushed in deeper. When she had accepted the entire length of his shaft, he rocked his hips back, pulling out slightly. The guy beneath resumed his thrusting and Steve had to catch the rhythm quickly or risk falling out of her ass.
He wasn't keen on having another man's balls slapping against his own, but that's the price you pay for double penetration. A few girls did double pussy penetration, but he'd not tried that yet. He pulled back on Rhiannon's hair and leaned into her ear. "You like that? You like being our filthy fuck toy? You like having two men fuck you? You feel those two cocks inside you?"
She moaned "Yes!" He continued.
"We're going to let all the guys fuck your tight little asshole until you can't sit down. You're just going to be a our little ass whore tonight. You like that ass whore? You want us to keep fucking your ass?"
"Oh, fuck my ass," she cried, looking back at Steve. "Just fuck my ass." Steve was close, so fucking close.
He pulled out of Rhiannon's ass and stood up near her head, stroking his cock furiously. He grabbed her head and shoved his dick in her mouth. "Taste your ass you dirty cum guzzler!" he said and started dribbling cum into her mouth. It was his third load of the night and not nearly as impressive as his first. She sucked him clean and licked her lips in an exaggerated look of contentment.
Steve got out of the way as a newcomer got on the bed. He staggered to the wall and leaned there for a few minutes, taking in the action again. Not only did Rhiannon have both her holes filled, a third guy was busy trying to get his cock into her mouth to make her water tight. Melanie was reaching between the two men at the back end, either playing with their balls or trying to tickle Rhiannon's clit.
Ron's girl was firmly attached to the cross, face out. The guys were using markers to write on her. "Skin poetry," Ron called it. They used permanent marker. If a girl got good and sweaty, the ink would run off easily. If she didn't, she would need a few days of scrubbing. This encouraged the recipient of the poems to be very active.
Steve could see "Cum slut" inked on her forehead. That was pretty common. On one forearm was a line like a ruler and "I want a cock this big" written there. He moved in closer to see what elese she had been given. "Penis holster" was written on her throat, "Eat me!" was just below her pubic bone, "Roll me over and fuck my ass," was on her stomach. Two eyes and a smiling mouth made one nipple a nose in a weird looking face. The other nipple had an arrow pointing to it and the instructions "In case of orgasm, pinch hard." The author had screwed up the orgasm part, muddling the middle letters.
Steve took one of the markers and wrote "Slut life," just below her collar bone. One of the girls took a different colored marker and drew a heart around it. She drew a flower near one of the other phrases. Ron released the girl from the cross and they turned her around. Steve took his marker and wrote "Spank me, please" on one cheek. Not original, but effective because he was pretty sure she'd be getting spanked in the next few minutes.
No one was around the sex chair, so Steve went over and sat down. It was not the most comfortable seat, but it provided a good view of half the room ... and it had one other benefit. Of the of the girls wandered over, seeing him sitting there. He just smiled at her, not saying a thing.
"You look tired," she said.
"I'm all fucked out, Jen" he wryly admitted. She should surely know, seeing as how he was fucking her brains out a couple of hours ago.
"Well, let's see about that." She sat on the bench between his legs and took his balls in her hands. She drew his flaccid penis between her lips and she sucked gently. Steve relaxed and looked around the room, watching the fucking, the sucking, the spanking, and enjoying Jen's attention. She made eye contact with him and he gave her an approving smile.
Despite his claim of being worn out, her careful attention soon had him straight and hard. "You want to fuck me with that or do you want another girl?" she said, a twinkle in her eye. Jen was just the sort of generous girl who would suck a guy hard and send him off to stick his dick into another slut without a moment's thought. One of the regular guys called her a "Betty."
"You did this to me. I owe you," he told her with a smile. She giggled and pulled Steve up from the chair. She bent over and spread her cheeks. Steve slid his cock in and savored the difference between her mouth and her pussy. "Much better than porn on the internet," he murmured.
