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Chapter 7 Nicole and Christine
“Boston is going to seem awfully dull after a night like this,” said Nicole reaching into a nearby drawer to extract a double-ended dildo.
“Actually, I’m looking forward to it,” said Genevieve lifting her legs to allow Nicole to slide the head of the studded, double ended dildo inside her vagina. Genevieve hissed in response to the pain and pleasure of the rubber studs raking the walls of her vagina.
“Have you slept with Maurice,” asked Nicole taking a seat on the couch facing Genevieve? She placed the free end of the dildo in her entrance. The two girls grabbed each other’s hands to pull themselves together. Slowly, the dildo slid inward until their vaginas met at the halfway point. Nicole sighed when she felt her clitoris contact that of Genevieve.
“No, but I will. I plan to wind up in bed with the two of them,” said Genevieve licking her fingers then placing them between their sexes. She captured Nicole’s clitoris between the nails of her thumb and index fingers and applied enough pressure to cause Nicole to cry out. Nicole responded in the same fashion. The two girls faced each other refusing to acknowledge the intense pain until finally Nicole relented with a simple, “Enough.”
“No one can take pain like you, Genevieve, except maybe Christine. She’s off the charts when it comes to extremes,” said Nicole.
“You make her sound interesting. I can’t wait to get her face between my thighs,” said Genevieve.
“That shouldn’t be difficult. Christine’s any man or woman’s whore. I was shocked when I heard that Maurice Chernier of Lyon had married that American slut,” said Nicole.
“She suited him I suppose. And now that she has produced a male child, her position is unassailable. But I’ve never met her. I’m told she’s very beautiful and highly intelligent. But she got fat while she was pregnant. Madame Chernier says she’s disgustingly plump and her poor son deserves someone more attractive to screw.”
Genevieve and Nicole closed their eyes as they began a slow undulating motion rubbing their sexes together. The effortless coordination of the act indicated it was not the first time the pair had shared a double dildo.
“She is brilliant but it seems odd that someone like Maurice from one of the oldest aristocratic families would marry a girl whose idea of a good time was a visit to a youth hostel where she would spend the night hopping from bed to bed. She can be insatiable,” said Nicole matching Genevieve’s motion. “She is absolutely indiscriminate when it comes to whose cocks go in her.”
“I didn’t know that. Tell me more,” said Genevieve.
“At the institute, Christine was the easiest lecturer to bed in the entire university. They called her the American whore whose command of French did not include Non. She never refused anyone. All, including the young, old, handsome, ugly and even disabled were welcome. I attended her lectures. She was brilliant with theories that far outstripped the other professors.”
“We French can never resist an intellectual especially one who fucks,” said Genevieve as she slowly delivered open palmed slaps to her clitoris in time with the sound of the whip landing on Wallace’s flesh.
“But tell me more. I want to hear it all.”
Genevieve synchronized her clit slaps to the landing of Karl’s whips on Wallace’s back. She moaned her pleasure as Wallace screamed in pain then fruitlessly begged Karl to stop. On the other side of the room, Lindsey was pleading to be taken down from the Spanish Donkey. For Genevieve and Nicole listening to other’s agony while they pleasured each other’s sex was the ultimate sexual experience.
“There was a student who had been burned in an explosion. He was hideous. His face was horribly disfigured and his body was covered in scars. After her lecture, she grabbed his one good arm and forced him to accompany her to office. Once there, she stripped him naked, ran her tongue over his scars, then mounted and rode him until he ejaculated. She sucked the poor cripple’s cock until he was hard and repeated the act. She told me she found his hideousness irresistible.”
“You’re exaggerating. Maybe it was just talk.”
“I slept with her too, many times, even on the Metro,” said Nicole. “She loved to perform before an audience.”
“Tell me more.”
“Good figure with big breasts, very pretty face and eyes, and she’s an intellectual. She’s got her doctorate at twenty-six. Maybe that’s what appealed to Maurice. Or maybe it was the fact she is sexually submissive.”
“How do you know that?”
“The first time I met her was at the party at one of Rudi’s clubs, the one that caters to North Africans. He told me several of his Algerian friends were having fun with an American girl in one of the dungeon rooms. He said she was a pain slut unequaled in her ability to absorb punishment and call it pleasure.”
“Algerians can be exceptionally cruel. And so can I,” said Genevieve. “Hold your tit out.”
“True, these were recent arrivals from Algiers, friend of Rudi’s. Sex without screams was not sex to them. It sounds like our sweet little Lindsey has about lost it. She’s beginning to babble. No doubt this will be the high point of her honeymoon,” said Nicole as she squeezed her breast with both hands offering it to Genevieve while maintaining the rocking motion.
“A Kelly hemostat will look charming hanging there,” said Genevieve opening a nearby drawer to extract several of the surgical clamps. She expertly opened the curved tip as she took Nicole’s nipple between her thumb and index finger. She pulled hard to stretch the nodule as she rotated her hand, twisting the flesh tin the shape of a corkscrew.
“Did you know I would be in the mood to switch from S to M,” asked Genevieve.
“I sensed it. You did the last time we were together. I’ll join you tonight. Lindsey can last a while longer. If she goes mad, I’m sure Wallace can find a new wife,” said Genevieve crushing Nicole’s nipple in the clamp then locking it shut. “What were the Algerians doing to Christine?”
“Oh fuck that hurts. Now do the other one, please,” said Nicole rubbing her sex against Genevieve’s to associate the pleasure of penetration with the pain from her nipples.
“All right, but then I want you to do mine,” said Genevieve extending Nicole’s nipple with her fingers as she twisted it. Genevieve kissed Nicole before placing the curved edges of the Kelly hemostat at the base of the nipple then slowly closing and locking it.
“It hurts. It hurts but I love it,” said Nicole staring at the surgical clamps hanging down her chest pulling her nipples toward the floor.
“My turn, tell me about Christine and the Algerians,” said Genevieve handing Nicole a hemostat then taking hold of her breast and squeezing it to a point.
“Rudi asked me if I wanted to watch this crazy American cunt. Of course, I said yes. She’d been brought there by one of her graduate assistants. They were pretty drunk when they arrived. The assistant passed out. When he came too, Christine was on top of a table with a man between her legs and another’s cock in her mouth. You know what happens at Rudi’s place gets when a girl drinks too much. Every one fucks her to teach her a lesson. The graduate assistant declared the scene too bizarre and left; but our little Christine having exhausted the crowd informed Rudi she was interested in the dungeons on the second floor. She begged him to put her in the dungeon and torture her. The crazy bitch bragged she could handle as much pain and humiliation as he could provide.”
“And of course Rudi obliged her,” said Genevieve.
“At first he thought he’d teach her a lesson. See how long it took before she was begging to be released. He put her in the DeSade dungeon on the second floor. To start, they placed her in one of the wooden frames that makes it easy to get into all three orifices at once.”
“I’ve been in one,” said Genevieve. “You’re helpless and stretched until you feel like your spine will snap in two.”
“He put the word out there was a crazy American bitch upstairs who’d offered to fuck any man or woman who came to the disco that night. The club was crowded and quite a line formed. Rudi said it went on all night. The next morning, she challenged him to really hurt her; so he called in some of his Algerian friends to work on her.”
“And you arrived when?”
“A few hours after the Algerians had started on her. It was after lunch on Saturday. As I recall they were eight Algerians still present but I think there were more earlier. God know how many cocks she’d serviced. She had the look of someone who had been screwed for hours, totally out of it, fucked senseless. All her holes were too loose and sloppy for anyone to enjoy sex with her. She was caked with filth. She swallowed so much semen and piss she had this little round belly. Her vagina was inflamed and a rosebud was hanging out her butt. They caused that by shoving one of those dildos gay guys use up her rear,” said Nicole.
“You mean the kind shaped like a human arm,” asked Genevieve as Nicole first sucked her nipple before pulling and extending it.
“Exactly, he puts the name of his gay club on the forearm as advertising. Insertion must have hurt because she screamed her head off. As you can imagine, that caused the Algerians to laugh.”
“Enjoy,” said Nicole fastening the hemostat to the base of Genevieve’s nipple.
“I love it when you cause me pain,” said Genevieve as the burning agony of compressed flesh swept rose from the clamp.
“Have you ever been anally fisted?” asked Genevieve offering her other breast to Nicole?
“No,” said Nicole.
“Me neither, I wonder if little Lindsey has ever had a hand up her ass,” said Genevieve.
“I doubt it. Perhaps we should make that part of her honeymoon experience. But first finish telling me about Christine and the Algerians.”
“Her boobs were roped at the base with cord. The looked like big red balloons. Someone had pierced them with a meat skewer and her nipples were decorated with syringe needles, lots of blood. She was covered in whip marks front and back. Someone had put his cigarettes out on her labia. When I arrived, they were making her drink a glass filled with urine. She is definitely a hardcore masochistic slut. I decided I wanted to meet someone whose masochism was so extreme. After the Algerians had reduced her to a whimpering sobbing blob of flesh, I offered to take her home and take care of her. We became friends.”
“You said you and she did it on the Metro,” said Genevieve pulling and twisting the hemostats attached to Nicole’s nipples causing her to writhe in pain.
“On the way back from a party at one of the professor’s, we thought it would be fun to let the passengers watch us have sex. We ate each other out while two guys we didn’t know fucked us. God I love how this feels,” said Nicole as she kissed Genevieve.
“You mentioned a youth hostel,” said Genevieve.
“After the party, we got to know each other better. She invited me to lunch. We made love at her place several times. She was into heavy S&M role-play. One night, she asked if I’m in the mood for lots of partners. When I said yes, she produced two nun’s habits. We dressed up as Sister’s of Mercy but we were naked underneath. Then she drove me to a youth hostel on the outskirts of the city. We worked out way from bed to bed until the sun came up. My pussy was sore for a week and my jaw wanted to drop off. But not Sister Christine, she looked ready to try another hostel.”
“You’re getting me excited about my trip,” said Genevieve. “Living with the Chernier may prove to be very interesting.”
“You’ll wind up fucking them both. If Christine had been French I would have brought her to Club Justine,” said Nicole.
“I think the French only rule is antiquated,” said Genevieve. “It’s a global economy.”
“Now that Christine is married to Maurice, she’d be eligible if she lived here,” said Nicole.
The two were silent as they worked toward a mutual climax. They closed their eyes, concentrating on the screams of the two victims and the sensations created by the dildo and the hemostats. It wasn’t long before the two orgasmed together.
“We better get Lindsey down before she has to spend the rest of her life in the asylum. I’ll get some lubricant and we’ll have a fisting party,” said Genevieve catching her breath.
“And Wallace?” asked Nicole.
“Karl deserves a reward. I’ll tell him that cute bubble butt is all his,” said Genevieve.
***
“What is this place,” asked Wallace feeling the chill of the night air as Karl led him by a leash toward the doorway? They were walking through a narrow alley. Lindsey and the others were waiting in the Rolls at the entrance to the alley. Wallace was walking gingerly due to the slight pain he was feeling in his recently invaded rectum.
“A sex club where you will end your evening,” said Karl.
“What kind of sex club,” asked Wallace glad the alley was deserted since his only attire was a pair of leather boots and a dog collar? Wallace considered making a run for it or attacking Karl but both seemed pointless. Physically, Karl looked to be more than a match for him. He had no idea where he was and running around a strange city naked at night didn’t seem like a good idea. Besides, Lindsey was still in the car and they might do something awful to her if he didn’t do what they said. Poor Lindsey thought Wallace. It’s a good thing they gave her those painkillers to calm her. I though she had gone permanently off the deep end when they took her off the Spanish Donkey. She was babbling like a lunatic. And then those bitches stuck their hands up her pussy and ass. God I hope she’s all right.
“A private club for homosexuals,” said Karl as he inserted a card key in the electric door lock. “It is known for the aggressiveness of its patrons.”
“Christ, I’m not gay,” said Wallace. “Yours was the first cock I’ve ever had in my ass.”
“The members won’t mind,” said Karl opening the door allowing Wallace to enter first. “Think of mine as the first among many.”
“Good evening, Karl, said the very tough looking man standing at the reception desk as he extended his hand.
“Good evening, Hans,” said Karl shaking hands. “This is Wallace, an American. Rudi is expecting him.”
“It’s nice of you to join us tonight, Wallace,” said Hans offering his hand.
“What’s going to happen to me,” asked Wallace taking his hand feeling very self-conscious since both men were fully clothed?
“That will be up to your host and here he is,” said Hans referring to the older distinguished looking man who had just entered the reception area.
“You must be Wallace. Welcome to Club Rectum. I’m Rudi, a friend of Nicole and Genevieve’s. Karl, how are your lovely Mistresses? Express my appreciation for their gift.”
“They are waiting outside. Mistress Genevieve leaves for the United States tomorrow,” said Karl handing Wallace’s leash to Rudi.
“Am I going to be all right?” asked Wallace looking to Rudi?
“Of course, there are a dozen young men anxiously waiting to meet you. If you’re polite and follow directions, you’ll be back in your hotel in the morning with your bride. But if you misbehave, things may turn out otherwise,” said Rudi. “The club is full of North Africans tonight and they can get nasty if they’re crossed.” Rudi reached in his pocket to remove a small packet of two tablets. He handed the tablets and a bottle of water to Wallace. “Take these, it will help you get through the night.”
“What is it,” asked Wallace.
“Crystal methamphetamine, it will keep your energy up,” said Rudi.
Wallace looked the tablets a second then put them in his mouth and swallowed.
“I’m not going to be a problem,” said Wallace. The idea of resisting had been whipped out of him.
“Who knows, this may be a life changing experience for you. You wouldn’t be the first man to enter Club Rectum a hetero and emerge a homo,” said Rudi leading Wallace away.
***
“What is that place,” asked Lindsey watching her husband and Karl enter the building?
“A sex club for homosexuals,” said Nicole.
“No one can say they’ve really experienced Paris unless they’ve visited our sex clubs,” said Genevieve. “Club Rectum caters to the hardcore sado masochistic gay market. A friend of ours owns it.”
“Wallace is not gay nor is he into S&M,” said Lindsey despondently.
“Nonetheless, we thought it would make his honeymoon more interesting if he spent several hours sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass. Of course, if he cooperates, his cock will be sucked and there will be plenty of pretty boys with tight holes willing to accept his member,” said Nicole.
“Rudi expressed his gratitude for Wallace,” said Karl climbing back into the Rolls.
“He’s always such a gentleman,” said Nicole.
“Where are you taking me,” asked Lindsey as they started to drive away?
“Club Amazon,” said Genevieve.
“And what is what,” asked Lindsey feeling resigned to whatever fate awaited her?
“A sex club for transsexuals,” said Nicole.
“What’s the American expression, chicks with dicks? The three of us are going to stay there the rest of the night,” said Genevieve.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” said Lindsey.
“You’ve never had sex with a transsexual,” asked Genevieve?
“No,” said Lindsey.
“Then you should appreciate the novelty of sucking on a female’s nipples while impaled on his cock. Many of the Club’s Amazons are very beautiful and amazingly endowed. Nicole and I have reserved a private room.”
“Sounds like fun, I guess,” said Lindsey.
“And by morning, you will be back in your hotel with your husband. The two of you can spend the day resting and talking about your experiences in gay Paree,” said Nicole.
***
“How was your flight,” asked Christine when Genevieve emerged from Customs and Passport Control at Boston’s International Terminal.
“Excellent, I slept most of the time. My friend, Nicole Evermond, took me out partying last night and I didn’t get any rest,” said Christine as they pushed the luggage cart through the crowd.
“There was a Nicole Evermond in one of my classes,” said Christine.
“Yes, she said she knew you. She even told me about some of your adventures together.”
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