The Club Ch 04 1

I helped her off the table since the ordeal seemed to drain her. I positioned the chair so she could observe what I was going to do to the first volunteer. I sat her down and kissed her, gently squeezing the bruise marked breasts. She shuddered and slumped into the chair, content from the orgasm and obviously still feeling the ache of the zippering.

I helped the plugged and evacuated lady up onto the table. I had her lay on her back with feet pulled back and knees spread. I scooted her towards me so that her head hung down off the edge of the table. I had one of the onlookers find a wastebasket and bring it to me. While that was being done, I took out the instruments for the next scene. When the woman returned with a wastebasket, I placed it on the floor under her head, just in case it was needed.

She looked lovely, head bent back, throat exposed and in position. I stroked her throat lovingly, running my fingers along the length of it. I think some in the crowd had an idea what was going to happen, but I knew they had no inkling of how it was going to be executed. The scene materialized as I took off my pants and shorts. With her head bent back and throat aligned, it was a natural.

Before I started, I needed two more items from the valise. Gasps emitted from some of the audience when they saw what was being retrieved. The sterile packages were self-explanatory. I solicited two volunteers to hold her arms down alongside the table legs, it was extremely important that her upper torso remain immobile.

I moved into position and placed my cock on her lips, which immediately opened to allow entrance. I pushed in part way and let her work on the head, sucking and covering it with her saliva. Her tongue was working wonders, my cock was already hard but was already erect, but she was making it rock hard. This went on for some time and then I couldn't wait.

I tore open one of the packages, took out the 20-gauge needle normally used for large injections. I pushed to the back of her mouth, and then holding her left nipple with my left thumb and forefinger, I placed the needle on the side of her nipple with my right thumb and forefinger. She winched a little when she felt the sharp tip, but didn't protest.

With steady pressure I pushed the needle through her nipple. She opened her mouth wide to scream but I took the opportunity of an open throat to push my cock all the way in until my balls were against her nose. The pain in her nipple overrode any gag reflex, I doubt if she even knew what was happening. Her muscle reflexes in her legs lifted her hips straight up however.

Gradually she came back from her pain-induced semi-coma. Now she was starting to gag on my cock in her throat. I pulled out to allow her to breath. She turned her head and spit out the accumulation of saliva in her mouth, but was in control and didn't vomit which was what I was concerned about.

I tore open the second package and she knew now what that meant. Being a sub to be admired, when I placed my cock on her lips, she opened them willingly, even though she knew of the intense pain that would follow.

I pushed my slimy cock into her mouth, no need to wait for her to coat it for this intrusion. She shuttered as I took her right nipple in my fingers, and when she felt the needle tip being placed on her nipple, she clamped her lips down on my cock.

Nodding to the volunteers to clamp her arms tightly, I slowly pushed the needle through her right nipple. It was different this time; she opened her throat, but not to scream, to allow my cock to burrow into her throat. With my cock once again buried in her throat, I reached down and felt the stretched flesh; I could just barely feel the tip of my cock.

Her hips had elevated with the piercing, but not as extreme as the first time. Now she wasn't gagging, but swallowing which was milking my cock in a most delicious way. I had to pull out, it was too intense and I didn't want to cum yet.

I left the head of my cock in her mouth and cupped her face in my hands in a gesture of admiration. She purred in response to my salutation. I motioned to the volunteers to release her arms, and then helped her to slide down so her buttocks were at the other end of the table. I bent down to kiss her, a deep romantic kiss. Then I walked down to the opposite end of the table and admired the sight before me. Her legs were spread exposing her distended labia as well as the tail ending at the plug in her anus.

I pulled the plug out of her anus and pushed my cock into the dilated orifice. The sphincter was stretched and allowed easy entry. The coating of the inner walls with the oil made a warm slippery tunnel that was easily penetrated. I pushed her legs back to allow full penetration. When my pelvis met her buttocks, we were locked completely. I remained motionless, reveling in the feeling of total control.

Reaching up, I grabbed her breasts, one in each hand, being careful to avoid the needles. Squeezing them slightly and using them as an anchor, I began pumping in and out of her anal passage. My oil coated cock slipped easily through her sphincter, and with each thrust she pushed back against me to aid in the act. We set up a combined rythym, her thrusting on inward pushes and clamping down on my withdrawals. The slippery warm passage took it's toll, in less time than I wished I was buried deep in her and exploding, filling her with my cum.

We lay still for a while, and as my cock began to soften and in danger of slipping out, I withdrew and replaced it with the plug, giving her aid in retaining it. She had one more ordeal to go through so I decided she had earned an orgasm.

I slipped two fingers into her vagina and pressed on the plug through the thin wall of flesh. With my other fingers, I spread her labia and using my tongue, licked up the inside of the aroused slippery lips. Her thighs responded by quivering, and her hips pushed down to intensify the pleasure. I went up one side and down the other, being careful to avoid that swollen nub of her clitoris. In spite of the lingering pain in her nipples, she was moaning now in lust, her vagina in spasms, which I could feel by my embedded fingers.

Moans gave way to amplified grunts of lust, and then a pleading to achieve orgasm. My fingers were coated and the excess dripping down to gather around the portion of the protruding plug. Her head began thrashing around, out of control, so I relented and sucked her clitoris in between my lips, clamping them together to trigger the intense orgasm.

I wasn't disappointed, her hips rose up burying her crotch into my face as she went over the edge and came. Her folds enveloped such sweetness, such passion, and me.

Now for the culmination of the evening. I had reservations about this, but after watching her and her responses, I decided she was a special person who could take this. I retrieved a ball gag and a couple other items from the valise. I inserted the gag in her mouth and strapped it in place around her head. I recruited two more helpers to help keep her restrained; this would be a tough chore for the original two.

One of the items I had brought forth was a bottle of Merthiolate. I unscrewed the cap with the attached plastic rod applicator, made sure it was coated with the antiseptic, then placed the tip against the tip of the needle. Nodding to the assistants to get a firm grip, I held the nipple with my left finger and thumb, then pushed the applicator against the needle, pushing it out of the nipple and the rod of the applicator through the nipple. The burning of the medicine was far worse than the piercing, her legs tensed and her hips tried to rise, but the attendants were doing their job.

Her jaw had clamped down on the gag, and her head was thrashing from side to side. The sight was grotesque and erotic at the same time. The rod sticking through her nipple, flesh stretched out to accommodate it. The orange liquid dribbling down from the entrance, the whole scene was unbelievable. Surprisingly there was no sound from the audience. I looked up and they were all in awe, most touching their breast, jaws dropped and silent.

I took out a gold stud, removed the ball end cap, and slowly pushed the applicator out with it, allowing it to take its place. When the end pushed through, I screwed on the ball end cap and swabbed the entrance wounds with alcohol to clean off the antiseptic. Normally this would hurt, but the nipple was numb from the previous pain.

I retrieved the cap and applicator, dipped it in the bottle to coat it, and nodding to the assistants, proceeded to repeat the process. As the plastic rod entered her nipple this time, I got a reaction from the crowd. The shock of what they had seen before was now a reality and most moaned as the flesh parted to allow the larger rod enter. That along with the thrashing of her head and straining of legs to elevate hips or do anything to alleviate the pain had an effect. The murmur from the crowd was of disbelief coupled with intense erotic feelings.

As the needle popped out I again rotated the applicator, not because it was necessary, but to control the audience. It worked, moans swelled over the scene. I pulled it part way out and pushed it through again, reveling in the response from the audience. I was getting hard again, but I would spare her any more scenes, she had exceeded my expectations, besides I had a feeling we would meet again.

I once again inserted the stud and released her from her captors. I removed the ball gag, helped her up, then cradled her in my arms. As she nestled into my neck, I whispered in her ear, "You may remove the studs when you get home, in a couple of weeks the holes will heal and you will be as you were, the antiseptic was to insure prevention of infection." She kissed my neck, then tenderly touched one of the studs, and said, " May I keep them." I assured her it was her choice.