Karen and the Torture Club

Chapter 9

Mark and Catherine lived in a rambling old house on the northern outskirts of Brisbane. It used to be a farmhouse and Karen felt that it reminded her of her parents house where she grew up in western Queensland. The house was on a 15 acre property which was smaller than its original size which included an adjoining 20 acres which had been purchased from the previous owner and was progressively being developed as a retirement village. They still ran a couple of horses on the property and there was a ramshackle stable nearby the house. On entering the house after being exuberantly greeted by the couples two Golden Retriever dogs Catherine took Richard and Catherine's coats and hung them up. Mark lit the gas heater and poured drinks for all.

"Well!" he said "I guess that we should decide how we should play this." "As we have said before, Catherine has been trained over quite some time and at considerable discomfort to endure quite stringent disciplines without being restrained and without undue sound." "It has, until now, been a very private thing but we would like to share it with you." "We appreciate that some people like yourselves like to have the lady restrained whilst being disciplined but we find it to be more stimulating to call on the lady's self discipline and enjoy pushing her endurance until she breaks. Catherine feels that this ensures that she is as worked up as she can be when the discipline stops. I really get turned on by the sight of a lady offering herself in this way. Karen! we would be really honoured if you were to accept a challenge from Catherine to see who can endure the most discipline before breaking down."

Karen nodding her head and said "OK I'm game"

"Right," Mark said "I think we should begin, First we should begin with the crop. Catherine, please adopt the all fours position, we will give each of you six strokes to begin with and then alternate sets of three until somebody screams or ceases to hold her position.

Karen did not know what the all fours position was but was happy that she was to see Catherine demonstrate it. Catherine removed her dress gracefully and showed that like Karen she was wearing only suspender belt and stockings underneath. She folded her dress over the chair in which she had been sitting allowing her beautiful milk white breasts to sway tantalisingly as she did so. Then she walked towards the piano and took the stool from in front of it and pushed it to the centre of the room. This was obviously a ritual that she and Mark had practiced before. Richard could see why. Catherine was a beautiful woman and bending over and pushing the piano stool she was a sight to behold. He didn't know what the all fours position, was but he was looking forward to seeing it. He did not have to wait for long. Catherine stood in front of the stool and then slowly and elegantly lay her hips across it. She spread her arms widely in front of herself and placed the tips of her fingers on the floor. She then unselfconsciously spread her legs to reveal her innermost feminine secrets. Then she curved her back bringing the nipples of her swaying breasts almost in contact with the floor. This caused her buttocks to be forced up in a most provocative position ready for the crop. She froze in this position and waited.

Karen and Richard were both entranced by this submissive display. Karen knew that it would take all her courage just to emulate Catherine's position much less to endure the crop at the same time. Mark walked to a cupboard and selected a long slender crop from the assortment of similar toys in the cupboard. He then gave the crop to Richard and said "You can do the first two sixers - if you want to, Richard."

Karen watched her husband step behind the waiting Catherine. She could imagine the hurt that the long crop would inflict and her bottom flinched at the thought that soon it would be she who would be in that submissive position over the piano stool. Richard brought the crop down swiftly over Catherine's waiting globes. Catherine shuddered at the impact and her body stiffened. She screwed up her face and hissed gently. She did not cry out and she remained in position. Then she began taking deep breaths as she fought to control herself.

Richard paused and waited for her to relax somewhat before he brought the crop in for its second kiss of the creamy white bottom. Catherine reacted as before. Soon after the impact she forced her legs wider and thrust her bottom up further in invitation of the next stroke. Her eyes were shut and it was clear that she was engaged in her own private war with the burning strokes invading her nether parts. A red blush began to spread over her body and tell tale droplets of moisture could be seen building up in the widely opened intimate crevice between her legs.

After the fifth stroke she was panting and finding it difficult not to move. Her body was covered in sweat and she was panting vigorously. The position in which she displayed herself and the five red bands across her bottom was a beautiful sight and the bulge in both Richard's and Marks trousers were testimony to the effect she was having on them. Her girl scent was filling the room and the fine hairs of her bush were matted together joined by the abundant secretions from within the depths of her body.

Richard was into the contest now. He wanted to make this girl break. She was tough and he wanted to see how far she would go. He swung the sixth stroke into the crease between buttocks and thigh with a terrifying impact. Catherine's body shook and her buttocks danced as she took the pain in this sensitive spot. She held her breath and froze as she fought to control the agony surging within her. Eventually. with Mark's permission, she slowly exhaled and gradually let her body go limp. She put her knees to the floor and relaxed over the stool. When she was ready to get up, Mark walked to his wife and helped her to her feet and embraced her naked body, wet with perspiration and kissed her lovingly on her lips and throat. Richard looked to his wife and said "Karen, I think it's your turn."

Karen new the drill. She removed her dress and folded it carefully. She was proud of her abundant bosom and deliberately allowed her breasts to sway and hang tantalising as she folded the garment across the back of her chair.

She walked proudly to the stool and took up her position as Catherine had done. She knelt before it at first and then pushed her body up and over the cushion. She found it odd and quite sensual to spread her arms and legs so wide and enjoyed the cool air on the exposed pink flesh between her legs. Then she emulated her hostess by curving her back and pushing her buttocks up and her breasts down. She smiled when she felt the carpet pile gently tickle her nipples as her large breasts swayed below her. "Catherine couldn't do that" she thought to herself.

She saw Richard move to take up position behind her. The silence of the room was terrifying as she waited, her bottom trembling in anticipation of the impact to which she knew that she would soon be subjected to. The little pearls of feminine juice that trickled down her open and intimate flesh itched and made her even more aware of the intimacies that she displayed. In her mind she imagined her husband standing behind her. She knew that he would bring the crop down on her tender flesh with the same gusto that he had so recently done to Catherine. She heard it whirr through the air and felt it crash into her waiting flesh. She knew what to expect. First the shock of the impact, then a moments pause followed by the blaze of agony which would gradually subside to a deep throbbing pain. With a great effort of will, she fought the cry in her throat and suppressed it to a faint squeak. She began to pant and feel that she had beaten the pain still surging through her when she heard Mark say "Oh! what a shame" It was only then that she realised that her knees were resting on the floor. "Oh! God," she gasped "I didn't mean to do that" "Don't feel bad" Catherine said "It took me months to get used to it. The trick is to deliberately stretch your legs and arms just before it hits" "OK!" Mark said "I guess that there are two ways that we can go from here. Clearly you have lost the first round and you can quit now and we can have a drink or two and leave it at that or you can try the second round. If you want to go to the second round you must equal Catherine's strokes before we can continue since it wouldn't be fair for her to start with a sore bum and you not to." Karen looked at her husband, having to tilt her head well back to do so and said in a slightly strangled small voice "OK, lets do it, take me to the second round" Mark agreed and suggested that she use the next five strokes as practice. Karen nodded in agreement and once again took up her position. She was angry with herself for having being so weak and now she was going to have to take these next five strokes for nothing. The next stroke was a sizzler but she held position and said nothing. The third stroke was just as bad but caught her sooner than she expected and a short loud "Ahh!" escaped her lips. "Sorry" she gasped and stretched herself into position for the next three." The next two strokes were atrocious but she held firm. She was trembling and tears ran down her cheeks as she readied herself for the last stroke. She knew where it was going to hit and the nerves in the soft crease between buttock and thigh twitched in nervous anticipation. Again she heard the familiar whirr behind her and felt the crashing impact of leather encased cane against her tender flesh. With all her will she forced her legs out straight and her arms as well. On relaxing she realised that her heels were now almost together and that her feminine crease was comfortably closed again. "Shit!" she exclaimed "I thought that I had beaten that." Richard helped her to her feet and kissed her. Karen with tears streaming down her face said to her husband "I'm sorry, I can't take that without moving - I don't know how Catherine can do it." Catherine hugged her too. "Don't worry," she said as they embraced. Naked sweaty bodies locked together "I wasn't able to do nearly as well on my first caning."

Mark handed each lady a glass of iced water which each eagerly accepted. "Well!" he said after about ten minutes of chatter in which both ladies confided in each other how they felt from their recent experience "It's time for round two" It's time for Karen to meet for the first time and Catherine to renew her acquaintance with the tit twister. "Oh God!" Catherine gasped, putting her hands to her mouth "Have you still got that thing." Then she took control of herself and stood to attention like a naked female soldier and was obviously fighting to remain calm.

"The apparatus is in the stable" Mark continued "I would have brought it into the house however I was not expecting to be entertaining guests tonight. It will be a bit cold out there but I'm sure that the cold will be the last thing on our ladies mind once they offer their little nubs to the machine. besides the cold will make the nipples firmer and more prominent so much the better to get a grip on."

It was freezing outside. Karen folded her arms across her chest and in her nakedness followed the other three across the lawn. Catherine was walking beside her and obviously equally cold. Karen could feel the thickening of her nipples and whilst she was sure this had much to do with the cold she was sure from the throbbing that she was feeling in her frozen nubs that they were swollen from the expectation of the fearsome but unknown fate that awaited them.

They entered the stable. The smell of the two horses filled the air and the two beautiful animals could be seen in their stalls. Mark and Catherine made their way to a third stall. Standing in the stall was a large rectangular frame about three feet wide and seven feet high. It stood upright bolted onto two thick wooden planks lying on the floor. A third piece of timber about one foot high and one inch thick was bolted across the frame at chest height. There were two holes in the timber spaced about one foot apart and two short lengths of one inch pipe passed through the holes. At one end of the pipe was what Mark called a crown of thorns clamp. Each was cleverly engineered such that when a locking ring was turned, eight sharp nails were allowed to be driven to the centre of the pipe by a thick rubber ring around the heads of the nails. Mark put his index finger into one of the pipes and turned the locking ring to demonstrate the effect. The nails shot into the finger and it was obvious that the finger was locked into the pipe unable to move. It was clear from the way the nails pressed into the skin of his finger that they would cause great discomfort to a nipple in the same apparatus. The hole through the pipe was open at the other end, but attached to the pipe on the other side of the timber was a pointer which enabled one to turn the pipe and lock it in position at every ten degrees of rotation. At each ten degree point was a written a number of one through to 36.

Mark explained that on the two previous occasions that Catherine had offered herself to the machine both of her nipples had been twisted. On this occasion however he felt that it would be best if both ladies stood at the machine standing close together and side by side with Catherine making her right nipple available to the machine and Karen her left.

He next selected a piece of fine cord and tied one end firmly but gently to his wife's right nipple. Catherine was not surprised by this but simply stood demurely hands by her side as he did so. Then he selected another piece of cord and did the same to Karen's left nipple. Karen and Richard were bemused by this but said nothing. Karen simply enjoying the feel of his fingers and the cord on her swollen sensitive flesh. He then ushered each lady to stand in front of the apparatus and passed Karen's cord through the left pipe and his wife's through the right.

Stepping around to the other side of the apparatus he pulled on the cords forcing each girl to move forward as her nipple was pulled into the pipe. "Richard," he said "would you please release the locking rings when I tell you."

Richard did as he was asked. He went to Karen first and Mark pulled firmly on the cord. She gasped as the nipple was stretched and pulled into the pipe. Soon after, she screamed when Richard turned the locking ring and the eight little arrows were thrust into her tender flesh. by pulling the nipple as he did, Mark ensured that the eight pins bit into the nipple near its base. She was still trying to come to terms with the pain surging through her breast when she felt Catherine's body jump and heard her squeal as her nipple was similarly locked into the wicked crown of thorns clamp. Both girls stood panting as Mark explained to them that they must reach up and hold the bar above their heads. At any time, should they wish to give up, then all they needed to do was to let go of the bar and rip the rubber ring off the end of the clamp which would release the pressure on the nails that were being forced into her nipple.

It was all that Karen could do not to tear the ring away there and then and remove the eight tiny darts turning her tender nub into a seething mass of pain. She reached up and grasped that bar. Richard watched his wife with her eyes closed, arms above her head and her right breast visible to the side of the frame her left covered by Mark's fiendish invention. He noticed that Karen's nipples were larger than Catherine's. Possibly this would be causing her more suffering from the clamps. Then again, could it be that Catherine's smaller nub was more sensitive? Certainly the anguished look on the face of each lady bore evidence that neither was comfortable.

Mark undid the small clamps on the other side of the frame and turned the dials through 20 degrees and clamped them in place. Both ladies gasped and winced as their nipples rotated. Each twisted her upper body as far as she could to try to offset the twist imposed by the pipe on her nipple.

They were left to suffer while Mark explained to Richard how he built the frame and how the crown of thorns clamps were engineered. They decided that from this point on they would turn the pipes together. Mark will turn Karen's and Richard will turn Catherine's. Mark explained this to the ladies and explained that they would have a five minute wait between each turn of the pipes. Karen groaned at the news while Catherine simply nodded her head, she was resigned to the fact since she had been through it before. Soon it was time for the next movement and both girls gasped in unison as their nipple was turned through another ten degrees. Richard came around to Karen's side of the frame and kissed her and ran his hands over her naked body and caressed her swollen right nipple. "You better enjoy playing with that one" Karen gasped "my left tit will be too sore to touch for ages after this." The next movement came all too soon and the girls began to writhe as they tried to come to grips with the increasing pain. Forty minutes later after six turns each nipple had been turned through ninety degrees. Each lady was keening quietly with tears trickling down her face. Each breast was clearly twisted and despite the coolness of the evening the two bodies were covered in perspiration.

The next turn was accompanied by a scream from Catherine. That wasn't very composed, Karen thought to herself, but the men didn't seem to notice. She was too preoccupied with her own flood of sensation to worry and just concentrated on breathing deeply to control herself.

Mark whispered to Richard as they watched their women writhing and panting against the frame "This is Catherine's personal best. She hasn't got this far before." The two men positioned themselves for the next movement and began to turn the pipe when Catherine screamed "No! You'll rip it off, I can't take any more." She let go of the bar and frantically tore the rubber ring away from the clamp. She had more pain to come however because as she pulled each pin from her breast the twist was held by the remaining ones. Eventually she got free of the device and stood gasping. Karen was still firmly attached and Mark began to turn the pipe again. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as the pain surged through her body. She could no longer identify where the pain was centred all she could feel was a consuming agony invading the left side of her body. Within the blackness she was alone with the pain. She felt her clit swollen between her puffed labia and she squeezed her legs together to exacerbate the wonderful feeling. She moaned and pulled back from the frame and squealed as she felt the pull on her hypersensitive nipple. Waves of passion surged through her body and she screamed "Oh God! Oh! Oh! Oh!." She cried as an intense pain driven orgasm surged through her body.

She had won.

Richard assisted her to remove the rubber ring and helped her to pull the tiny barbs from her tender nub. It didn't occur to either of them that it would have been easier and much less painful if they had undone the clamp on the other side and taken the twisting stress off the nipple. She fell into Richard's embrace and they kissed passionately.

The two men and two naked women walked back to the house. The women wasted no time in making their way to the fireplace and cuddled together as the warmth from the fire spread through their cold and aching bodies. Without being asked Mark poured port and handed a glass to both women and Richard. Karen was surging with emotions. She was relishing her nakedness which seemed to be enhanced by the feel of Catherine's cool naked body rubbing against her. The throbbing pain from her swollen left nipple spread through her body and her wet vagina was hyper sensitive and she craved to be filled.

Mark suggested that Karen and Richard stay the night. "You are both one all at present " he said. "In the morning we can decide whether to call it a draw or arrange the final contest to decide the winner. "Oh yes" gasped Karen, I really do want to get to bed. Catherine, unselfconsciously naked, showed the couple to the guest room and took linen from a cupboard and with Karen's assistance made up the bed. Mark kissed Karen fondly and taking his wife by the waist said "We'll see you in the morning - late"

Richard and his wife leapt into the bed and soon Karen was enjoying Richard's hard and swollen member stretching her open and filling her. They fell asleep naked in each others arms. It was about 2 am in the morning by the time this happened and they slept until 8 am the next morning when again they made love passionately. Later they heard their hosts moving about downstairs and they went down to greet them.

It was agreed that Richard and Mark would meet and devise a toy for the ladies to test themselves on. The contest would take place at Karen and Richard's house Saturday fortnight. On the way home they agreed that despite their first appearances, Catherine and Mark were really quite good company. What's more, this game was really starting to get interesting.