Karen and the Torture Club

Chapter 10

On the following Wednesday, Richard told Karen that he had met with Mark and that they had agreed on the nature of the contest. He said that the idea was so erotic that he got hard just thinking about it. "Don't waste it' his wife replied as she took his hand and pulled him from his chair and into the bedroom. After a wonderful love making session it occurred to them how much their relationship had improved since they made that decision only a few months ago. Karen pleaded to be told what lay in store but Richard refused to tell.

Mark and Catherine arrived next Saturday with timber strapped to the roof rack of their four wheel drive. Catherine and Karen talked and walked through Karen's garden as they wondered and conjectured as to what 'the boys' were doing in Richard's shed. Naturally the two girls discussed the club and the effect that it had had on their lives. Karen had remarked that originally the idea of joining the club was to provide Richard and herself with erotic stimulation without the need for her to suffer frequent discipline. The club had certainly provided the entertainment, however the effect had been quite the opposite. She and Richard had been so excited by what they had seen that, if anything, the club had caused the two of them to engage in more bondage and discipline games at home than ever before.

Catherine confided that she and Mark had been into B and D since before they were married. These games had always been a release for them and they had become quite sophisticated in their knowledge of the various techniques possible. She often felt that her body was an instrument which Mark had learnt to play and play he did, learning to extract symphonies of sensation from her to their mutual delight.

Karen thought that this was a beautiful way to express the relationship and thanked Catherine for her thoughts. Karen remarked that she still feared each session and she always dreaded the first shock of pain, regardless of whether it was a smack or stroke or whatever that always took her by surprise. Catherine agreed with her and said that after all this time she had never got used to it either and probably never will. However, the reward of the erotic bliss that followed always made it worthwhile. Sometimes Mark used a very severe restraint which allowed the pain to build up more gradually. She enjoyed being suspended or stretched for that reason. The erotic feeling came about very soon as a result of the position that she was in but the pain built up later at a time when she was ready for it.

Karen decided to tell Richard about this discussion and see if he could incorporate these ideas into his inventions that he was frequently making for her.

During the following week Richard took over the entertainment room at the rear of the house and was seen carrying large pieces of timber inside. "I won't lock the room" he said "but please don't go in. I want to surprise you." Karen was happy to leave the room alone.

The following Saturday Karen spent the morning shopping. She planned a delightful dinner complete with candles and a delightful new lace tablecloth to set the meal off. Most special, was the outfit she purchased for the occasion and the time she spent having her hair done and her face made up for the occasion.

The outfit was a red leather skirt with a matching sleeveless blouse. She wore both without any underwear other than a red suspender belt and matching stockings and very high heeled shoes.

It was 7 PM when Catherine and Mark arrived. Catherine was wearing a long overcoat when she got out of the car. It was too warm to wear such a coat so Karen and Richard knew that she must be wearing something spectacular underneath.

The girls kissed each other and each others husband and warm greetings were exchanged.

On entering the house, Karen took Catherine's coat and as expected Catherine wore a stunning outfit underneath. She was dressed totally in black. She had a shoulderless, strapless tightly laced bodice which pushed her breasts up and offered them enticingly. It was very low cut and tiny pink crescents of her aureole peeped above the edge of the bodice. She wore a short black skirt with black stockings and her shoes had heels that were even higher than Karen's were. It was the accessories that really set off the outfit and betrayed her submission. She had a small black choker with many tiny chains hanging off it. On her wrists and ankles she wore leather cuffs with "D" links and silver studs.

"OH! You look stunning" Karen said to Catherine.

"You look pretty special yourself" she replied.

Richard poured wine and handed it around. The girls chatted happily together, each was aware that before the night was out they would be locked in a painful contest until one gave in.

Dinner was a very pleasant time. Karen and Richard were excellent hosts and enjoyed sharing the evening with a couple who had similar interests. After the main course Richard and Mark decided to announce the activity for the evening.

"It's called riding the rail" he said. The girls looked at him blankly.

"In England it's called the Lady Horse" Mark added.

"Riding the rail seems to be an American term."

"I still don't get it" said Catherine

"This is Australia" laughed Karen "What do we call it?"

"Who knows," replied Richard. "Maybe you can think of a name after you ride it - but I don't think you will be very complimentary."

The girls tried to prize more information from their husbands as they enjoyed desert. But Mark and Richard decided to tease them by saying nothing more.

"Shall we have port now, or will we leave it until after the contest? " Mark asked.

"What does the winner get?" Catherine asked.

"Good point - we better have some sort of prize," Karen said. Lots of joking followed with many possible prizes being suggested. Eventually it was agreed that the other would take the winner to dinner three at whatever restaurant she chose. They decided to go to the rumpus room right away and "get on with the show" as Karen called it. Karen's fear of the pain that she knew was coming was overridden by her curiosity and the tingling excitement in her belly and the throbbing of her nipples. Both girls, naked under their short skirts, were aware of the juices seeping between her legs.

Karen was thinking about the words "riding the rail." Sitting on a rail presumably with a naked bottom could get a bit uncomfortable she thought, but there must be something else involved for this to be a contest. She couldn't think what this might be. "Lady Horse didn't help much either. Obviously riding was involved but what? how?.

On entering the rumpus room the answers were obvious and terrifying. In the centre of the room was what looked like a church pew without a seat. Two parallel rails ran between two end posts, each with a large base to ensure stability. The rails were about 2 metres long and positioned one above the other. The bottom rail was rectangular in cross section and about three inches deep and about two inches wide. It was the top rail that struck fear in her heart and caused her shrink away from the diabolical invention. The top rail was triangular in cross section. It was about 4 inches high and about 2 inches wide at the base. The narrow edge was uppermost and whilst the rail was smooth and varnished, the edge was still sharp.. Obviously the girls were to sit astride the top rail.

Two small stools sat under the bottom rail to assist each lady to mount the apparatus.

"Do you want to face each other, or sit back to back?" Mark asked. Both girls answered together "facing" they said. Mark held the stool in place as Richard ushered his wife up to the machine. He gently undid her skirt and put his hand around her waist as she stepped out of it. Still holding her, he guided the trembling woman to place her left foot on the stool and swing her right leg over the rail. She stood straddling the rail. Her crutch was some three inches above the evil wedge. Next it was Catherine's turn. Starting with her right foot, soon she also stood on a similar pair of stools, legs apart, with her moist and tender slot hovering above the sharp edge. Mark produced four sets of hand cuffs. Each lady was instructed to cross her hands behind her back with each hand holding the elbow of the other arm. Mark placed a cuff on Karen's right wrist and ran the joining chain which was about 18 inches long around her belly and attached the other cuff to her left wrist. It was not uncomfortable with her hands behind her back but it caused her to thrust her breasts forward and, more importantly she would be unable to reach down and take any of her weight when she would have to sit on the rail. Richard removed the chain from the other handcuffs and joined it to the "D" loops on the wrist cuffs that Catherine was already wearing. Soon both ladies were standing, facing each other arms folded behind their backs and breasts thrusting proudly forward. The two men with a knowing glance to each other each went to each others wife and bared her breasts to the world. Mark undid the buttons of Karen's vest and allowed it to swing open as each breast swung free. Richard simply pushed Catherine's bodice down and her breasts were also available for all to see.

After standing back and admiring the beautiful sight before them the other two handcuffs were put to use. Actually they were intended as ankle cuffs. The short chain between the cuffs was run below the bottom bar making it impossible for the girl to lift her feet above the bar and take any weight. Again, after some difficulty, Richard took the link off the handcuffs and used it to join the black ankle cuffs that Catherine already wore.

Each husband embraced his wife and ran his hands over her trembling body. The fear was obviously exciting each lady as the moisture between their legs would attest. The room was filled with the combined delicious scent of two highly aroused ladies.

Each girl was asked to squat on to the rail and allow her husband to separate her labia to each side of the wedge. It felt exciting to feel the cool smooth timber rub up into her crease. Each lady moved back and forward slightly enjoying the delicious sensation against her sensitive innermost flesh.

Mark looked at the clock on the wall. It was 10:22 PM. He asked the girls to hold that position until 10:30 when they would be asked to be very brave and lift their feet so that the stools could be whisked away. The eight minutes seemed like eight hours as they stood with knees bent not daring to move lest the labia should get caught above the wedge when the moment arrived. The feeling of being so helpless with her tender girl flesh held open by the rail was wonderfully exciting. There was no reason to wonder how she looked since right before her eyes was her friend and competitor manacled and lewdly spread just as she was.

As the second hand came down to the half hour with each man holding a stool and admiring the awesome sight above his head, Mark began a count down. "Remember ladies," he said "Lets see how brave you can be - when I say now lift your feet, no matter how much it hurts." " Five, Four, Three, Two, One - NOW!."

Two pairs of dainty feet pulled up the inch or so that the chain between her ankle cuffs would allow, Each stool was pulled away as each lady suddenly felt her full weight force the wedge up into her tender flesh. Each girl screamed and her feet scrabbled desperately to find some purchase by which she could take her weight. Of course no relief could be found and as the minutes went by the desperate movements gave way to heavy gasping as the inevitability of the pain sunk in. It was a diabolical invention, this Lady Horse - designed for the female, making use of the uniqueness of her anatomy to cause a deep relentless pain in her most intimate place. The two men sipped port as they watched their ladies fight the pain to see who could outlast the other. The sound of deep panting filled the room as each girl fought the pressure splitting her. Soon they could be seen slowly rocking slowly forward and then back.

"I think that they must be trying to shift the point of contact from the front of her pussy to her arse for some relief." Mark whispered quietly to Richard.

Karen, eyes shut, breathing deeply and slowly through her nose, heard what he said and nodded her head gently in agreement.

The next five minutes saw both ladies sitting very still knowing that any movement would cause a stab of pain to surge up into her belly. The ache was now permeating their lower bodies with no particular centre of pain being discernible. By the time the second hand of the clock reached 10:45, Karen was showing signs that her composure was being broken down as the intensity of the pain continued to grow. Tears began to flow down her cheeks and she would sob occasionally followed by an agonised grimace as the movement caused by the sob was rewarded with a stab of pain. Richard had never seen her cry in any of their previous exploits and was wondering if this was going too far. Still, it was up to her, she had only to ask and it would all stop.

A minute later, Catherine was beginning to move about but Karen was starting to become frantic. Her feet again began a futile searching for purchase and she stretched her arms trying in vain to reach the wicked wedge.

"Aaugh! " she screamed, "Get me off."

Richard pushed the stool under her feet and she stood up. Catherine did not move but smiled, serenely happy with her win. The handcuffs were removed first and Karen could barely wait to massage her throbbing pussy. Her feet were freed and she dismounted the Lady Horse. Richard kissed her neck as the three stood and watched to see what Catherine could stand. Karen's capitulation seemed to have given her competitor a second wind. She relaxed visibly and put all her mental energy into combating the pain splitting her and forcing its way into her delicate feminine membranes.

At 10:50 exactly she nodded and said quietly "Take me off please"

What a win.

The men were impressed but Karen was flabbergasted at her friend's feat of endurance.

Both girls went to have a hot shower together and run the soothing water over their bruised and aching slots. When they came out, each wrapped in a warm towel they were escorted by their husbands to the master bedroom. Richard produced some soothing cream, which was intended for sports injuries, and each lady opened her legs to display herself and to enjoy a soothing massage of her tender flesh. There was no broken skin but each was very red with some bruising. Karen, more so than Catherine, unexpectedly - probably due to her frantic movements in her final minute on the rail.

The soothing cream was very arousing both for the recipient and the giver. Soon despite some initial painful squeals on first penetration, both couples were enjoying intense blissful sex.

Next morning, as they were waving goodbye to Mark and Catherine driving off, Karen asked Richard "Who gets to keep the Lady Horse?" "We do," he replied looking directly at her. "Oh Shit!" she replied.