Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club CHAPTER 9

It took a while for it to sink in, but Jimmy was not stupid. He began to realize that Kim, Rosie, and his mom, were enjoying the punishment they were getting. It was also obvious from his huge erection that his dad was enjoying himself as well. They all seemed just a little too comfortable with what should have been a very tense situation, and the sexual overtones were too intense to overlook.

Unable to contain himself, Jimmy had rushed to answer the door when the bell rang, promptly at seven o'clock. He openly gawked at Kim and her mother.

Rosie's massive tits billowed out from the brief halter top that barely managed to cover her brown nipples. Her soft, cushy thighs bulged slightly around the snug elastic legs of extremely tight, and scanty, Spandex shorts. Very tall stiletto heels gave her thighs and calves a beautiful, shapely, appearance.

Kim had chosen to accent her youth. Her hair was done up in dog-ears. She wore a loose, frilly, peasant blouse and demure cutoff jeans. Ankle socks and Reboks finished the look, making her seem even younger than she was. She knew that men, especially older men like Bill, really turned on when a pretty young girl came on to them.

In his haste to get to the door Jimmy had not even noticed his mother. When he brought their guests into the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks. Strained gurgling sounds came from his gaping mouth.

His mother was completely naked, except for the wide collar around her neck! Connie was hanging by her wrists from the exposed beams that ran across their ceiling! Her ankles were circled by lengths of rope that ran to pieces of heavy furniture. This kept her legs spread wide. Jimmy saw clothespins clipped to each of her nipples, mashing them flat, and giving them a swollen, distorted appearance. She was shaking her tits, trying to dislodge the awful, biting devices that were causing her so much pain. He also noticed clothespins gripping her labia as well, one on each side and one at the top, where he knew her clitoris to be. Her hips swished back and forth continuously, as much as her position allowed, showing how much pain they were causing to her most sensitive area. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she was making soft animal-like noises.

The young boy got a hard-on immediately. She was beautiful! He was sorry that she was hurting so much, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. A naked woman, suspended in the air, has to be the most beautiful thing in the world, he thought. He pictured Kim and Rosie in the same position. If all three of them were like that he would just sit and look at them for hours.

The plan called for the bondage and discipline to begin upstairs. They had all thought it would be best to get the ball rolling before letting Jimmy see all the equipment in the basement-dungeon. Bill had gathered a few common items he could use until they moved downstairs to the more exotic pieces of equipment. Rope and clothespins were already evident on Connie while belts, scarves, rubber bands, and some other items were on the coffee table.

Rosie was still playing her role. She walked over to Bill, exclaiming, "I'm here like you ordered. Let's get this over with if you haven't changed your mind."

"I haven't changed my mind. As you can see, my wife is going to be joining you. She has also been indiscrete, and fair is fair. If you and Kim are to be punished, then she must be as well. Jimmy, tie Kim in that chair. I want her to watch what happens to women who take advantage of men. It may make her own lesson more meaningful when I get to her later."

Although inexperienced, Jimmy went about his task with enthusiasm while his father concentrated on Rosie. Bill decided Rosie's high heels made it unnecessary to suspend the woman as he had done to Connie. He tied lengths of rope around each delicate ankle then ran the rope to pieces of furniture, forcing her legs wide apart, almost causing her to lose her balance. It was very difficult to stand in tall high heels with your feet so far apart.

He removed her halter top exposing her huge knockers, Bill wrapped a rope tightly around her wrists. The free end was thrown over a rafter then pulled taut, causing Rosie to stand on her toes, enhancing her precarious position. Jimmy noticed, with glee, that it also took most of the sag out of her pendulous tits, making them stand up and out on her chest.

Bill walked around the bound woman, surveying his handiwork. "What will it be, my cradle-robbing neighbor?" he questioned, more to himself than to the poor stretched woman. "Clothespins on those huge tits and nipples like my incestuous, nymphomaniac wife? I think not. You'd barely feel it. We need to think up a way to make those udders more sensitive."

Of course, Bill was more than aware of how much Rosie enjoyed having her tits abused. He also knew her nerve endings were buried deeper than most women, and it took a lot of punishment to bring her to the same pain level as a woman with more average measurements.

He took a roll of thin nylon cord and began circling one of her tits. Starting at the base, he worked his way toward the nipple, making each loop successively tighter. By the time he got halfway, Rosie's entire areola was a dark chocolate brown. The pucker had disappeared, giving it a puffy, swollen appearance. Her nipple had elongated, protruding almost two inches. Blood had been trapped in the free area, changing her tit from milk-white to a deep red color. Jimmy especially enjoyed seeing it bulge around the cord, much as a balloon would if you squeezed it in the middle.

In just a few minutes, Bill had made Rosie's tits into a matched pair, pulsating and highly sensitive. Rosie was having a hard time disguising her delight. She had seldom been so aware of her tits. Her attention was entirely focused on them. The tingle she felt there was transferred right into her dampening pussy, which was already soaking the crotch of her Spandex shorts.

Bill left her alone to contemplate her tits and how it would feel when he started torturing them. He turned his attention to his wife, who was grunting like a wild animal in heat. The clothespins biting into her most tender spots had driven Connie to the brink of orgasm. She was throwing her body around, pulling at her ropes, trying to create enough stimulation to send her over the top, but always coming up just a little short. Connie was in pain, horny, and frustrated. In short, she was just where Bill wanted her to be!

He yanked the clothespins off one at a time. Tiny flashes of pain exploded with each snap, as the clothespins finally gave up their grip on small pieces of quivering flesh. These were immediately replaced with a dull, aching throb as blood rushed into the crushed area of sensitive skin. Connie yelped when her husband ripped the clips from her nipples. A small orgasm rippled through her.

The clothespin attached to her clit caused the most pain, and pleasure, as he pulled it slowly away, catching some of her pubic hair in the process, and creating a turmoil in her loins. Her orgasms were not satisfying. They merely whetted her appetite, making her hungry for more, and were almost a form of torture themselves. She was almost ready, nearing the place in her confused mind where she lost all sense of dignity, responsibility, and self-control. Connie was quickly becoming an animal, totally sexual, driven only by the carnal desires of her twisted mind and tortured body.

Bill recognized the signs and left her alone. She needed to come down a level or two and regain her composure. It was too early in the evening to be this far along. He was a little confused about how she had gotten so out of control. Connie had taken a lot more punishment than this and still not lost it. He decided it was the situation. Rosie, Kim, and the plan to include Jimmy, had all combined to heighten her sensations, and elevate her reactions.

It was time to return to Rosie. She was into it almost as much as Connie. Her tits were throbbing mounds of nerve endings. She could feel the heat rising from them. Just the air moving across her swollen glands caused the woman to twitch in anticipation. When Bill ran his hands across her aching tit tips, electric sparks seemed to fly, arcing from her nipples to the palms of his hands. A wanton, lustful, moan echoed from deep inside her. She strained, pushing her upper body forward, filling his hands with her hot, firm, tit flesh.

Bill reluctantly pulled his hands away and gazed deep into Rosie's eyes. He saw hunger, pure unbridled, savage, lust in her smoky, gray orbs. Without breaking his gaze, he suddenly, and without warning, slapped her right breast. It was so firm from the bondage that it hardly bounced. The sharp sound of the slap broke the silence in the room . It was followed by a low guttural howl coming from Rosie as the full effect of the blow worked its way around her body and finally into her brain. Bill rained several more slaps on each of her bound mammaries, staring into her eyes the entire time.

With each blow he saw the fire burn brighter through the mist that clouded her eyes. Bill heard the urgency in her voice as she continued to growl and moan. Rosie was a woman in heat. She was no longer acting. She had forgotten Jimmy and Connie. For that matter, she had also forgotten her daughter, Kim . For Rosie there was only a Master and a Slave, Bill and her. She was his, and she wanted him to hurt her. Rosie wanted, and needed, the pain.

Bill saw it in her eyes and heard it in her voice. The woman was ready for some serious punishment. Until now they had been toying with each other. Rosie had been more interested in getting him to become the Master she wanted for herself and her daughter. Now that everything was in place, she was ready for the games to begin. She was no longer thinking about Kim or Connie or Jimmy. Now she wanted it for herself. Rosie wanted to be dominated, humiliated, abused and tortured, because this was the only way she could reach the mind-numbing orgasms her body so desperately craved.

Kim was fighting against her ropes. The young girl wanted to be part of the action, not just a voyeur. She had heard the emotion in her mother's voice and knew it for what it was, a plea. Her mother wanted to lose herself in the pain and humiliation. She wanted total domination. Kim also recognized that Connie was practically there already.

Both the older women were nearing the submissive state that would allow them to derive almost infinite pleasure from whatever was being done to them, the more painful and disgusting the better. Kim wanted to experience that feeling herself. She was ready to be beaten, forced into the same submissive state her mother and Connie had entered.

Bill was ready to help her reach that goal. He had been enormously turned on when he saw the outfit Kim had chosen to wear. It seemed to fit the outrageous situation of the evening. His wife, his next door neighbor and her daughter, and his son, all engaged in a kinky orgy of sex, bondage, and torture!

Bill released Kim then took her place in the chair. He yanked the young girl down over his lap and began to pound her ass with his hand, giving her an old-fashioned spanking.

Kim was a little surprised at the force of the spanking. She had been strapped, paddled, caned, whipped, and spanked with a hairbrush, all of which had hurt gloriously, some more than others. An over-the-knee hand spanking had seemed a bit tame to the inexperienced girl, but she soon realized how wrong she had been! As Bill's hand flattened her tight bottom time and again, the stimulation soon forced it's way through her ass into the area in her brain that signaled pain.

There was an added element to this position. Each spank pushed Kim's juicing pussy against Bill's knee. The constant friction caused Kim's tiny love bud to grow and push forward, out of its protective hood. Successive spanks caused Kim to squeeze her buttocks together tightly. This made her labia rub sensuously along the sides of her exposed bundle of nerves and sent shudders of ecstasy up her spine.

After warming her ass for a while, Bill was ready for more. He peeled down her cutoffs, leaving only her panties to protect her from his malicious spanking hand. Kim felt the difference. It didn't seem that one thin covering of material would matter so much, but it did. After about five minutes he ripped her panties from her, leaving her ass bare in the cool room. Kim became even more aware of how important those layers of clothing had been.

His hand was a blur, pummeling her bouncing ass cheeks, concentrating on first one, then the other. She was especially thrilled when he rubbed her hot buns between spanks. He ran his hand up and down her tight crack, squeezing her tense muscles gently, using his finger tips to toy with the slick entrance to her love tunnel. Kim thrashed around on his lap, scissoring her legs with each spank, treating them to a good view of her virgin pussy, but also exposing it to several slaps that missed the target of her moving ass, but popped against her soggy pussy with a plop.

Each time it happened Kim froze, thrilling to the initial shock of the pain that quickly turned to pure pleasure and raced around her pelvis in waves. She was hunching, fucking an imaginary cock that either Jimmy or Bill would have been happy to supply.

"Get your mother" Bill said to Jimmy, tossing him a dog leash. "Fasten this to the collar around her neck and make her crawl back here on her hands and knees."

While Jimmy was bringing Connie, Bill stripped Kim the rest of the way. He wrapped rope around her wrists and tossed the loose end over the rafters then pulled it taunt. Kim whimpered as she felt her toes leave the carpet. She was hanging by her wrists. It hurt, but she knew it would get much worse before the evening ended.

Jimmy was so excited that he was almost dragging Connie over to where his father stood. He handed Bill the leash then stepped back, openly ogling the naked female flesh around the room. He couldn't decide which one he liked most. His mom was the most beautiful of the three, but Rosie was the best endowed. Kim was his own age and had been the primary image in his mind as he jacked off this past year.

Bill plopped down on the chair and jerked Connie's leash, pulling her head into his lap. Involuntarily, she began mouthing his erection through his pants.

"Take my pants off, slut. Use your whore mouth to do it. Here, Jimmy," Bill said, tossing Jimmy a thin leather belt. "Pick one of those hanging bitches and give her a good beating."

Jimmy caught the belt and turned to Kim and her mother. He was unsure of himself and reluctant to hurt them. They had both been very kind to him, giving him his first experience with sex, but he didn't want to disobey his father.

This was when he realized that everyone was enjoying what was going on. Rosie called to him, begging him to use the belt on her tits. Kim asked him to use the belt on her thighs, back, and ass.

Jimmy made his decision. He was fascinated with Rosie's huge tits, especially the way they looked now, circled with rope, firm, almost hard, and beet red from the spanking Bill had given them. The woman's nipples were hard, and protruded from her areolae a full two inches, like two proud soldiers, standing at attention.

"Hit them" Rosie hissed through clenched teeth. "Burn them with that belt. Make it hurt. Make me scream. I want you to hit hard enough to make them bleed. DO IT." Her voice was high pitched and strident, showing the urgency she felt.

Jimmy drew his arm back and swung. The first blow landed on top of her right breast with a loud crack. A red line, about a half inch wide, appeared almost immediately.

"Unnngghhh!" Rosie moaned. "Yesssss! That's it! Again. Do it again, harder" the woman pleaded.

It was all the encouragement Jimmy needed. His arm became a blur as he whipped Rosie's tits furiously. Her moans turned to yelps as each blow cut into her aching tits. The boy got better with practice. He was soon able to direct the tip of the belt right where he wanted it.

He noticed the older woman went crazy when he snapped the belt against one of her nipples. She screamed maniacally. Her body froze momentarily, then erupted with wild gyrations, causing Rosie to surge frantically against the ropes. Saliva drooled down the corners of her mouth. Rosie babbled, urging him on, raving about the pain, and begging for mercy, all at the same time.

Jimmy slowed down. He allowed her to work through the pain and pleasure of each well directed hit, then carefully snapped the belt into the other cherry red and quivering tit tip.

Connie had finally managed to drag Bill's pants and jockey shorts off with her teeth. She had his stiff cock buried in her throat. Her nose bumped his pelvic bone, and his balls tickled her chin. She heard her neighbor's screams and wild ranting. It made her pussy spasm knowing it was her own son who was giving Rosie so much pleasure.

Bill was getting the best blow job of his life. His wife held one of his balls in each of her hands, gently milking them. Her tongue alternately swirled around the purple head of his cock, then tried to force it's way into the slit, which was oozing a constant stream of clear, sticky, pre-cum. Connie had to keep swallowing because her mouth filled with the pungent nectar. Occasionally she pursed her lips and ran them up and down his thick, stiff, shaft, causing ripples of pleasure to surge through him. Bill was fighting hard to keep from exploding in his wife's mouth. He wanted to save his first cum for Kim. Jimmy was going to get to watch his father take his girlfriend's cherry!

Kim was enjoying herself. She was a little uncomfortable hanging by her wrists with her ass still hot and throbbing, but she had a great view. It was very exciting watching her boyfriend, Jimmy, wailing away at her mom's tits with a belt while seeing her neighbors, Bill and Connie, actively engaged in oral sex. She wished someone would pay more attention to her, but she knew she would get more than her share of the action before the evening was over.

Bill had picked up a leather strap and was absentmindedly slapping Connie's ass with it while keeping his eyes glued to Rosie and his son. He saw, with pride, that Jimmy was doing a good job on the woman's tits. The way her body jerked against the ropes and the eerie sounds coming from her mouth told him she was near cumming.

The look on his son's face told the whole story. Jimmy was enraptured, totally involved in whipping Rosie's tits. Bill saw the outline of his son's stiff cock straining against the front of his jeans. Another wave of pleasure washed through his groin as Connie ministered to his cock, reminding him that he needed to stop soon or he would lose his load of cum in his wife's mouth instead of Kim's tight pussy, as he had planned.

Bill called to Jimmy, telling him to stop whipping Rosie, and grabbed Connie by the shoulders, pushing her back and away from his pulsating cock.

"Noooooo! Don't stopppp! Pleeeeease don't stooooppppp!" Rosie protested. She was so close, so hot and ready. If he blistered her nipples just a few more times she would explode into the sweet release she needed so badly.

Bill moved to Kim, untying her. He told Jimmy to strip and sit in the chair, which the boy hurriedly did while Bill released Rosie. Bill directed the younger girl to suck Jimmy's cock, while the three adults explained what was going on to the confused boy. Jimmy listened intently, although part of his mind was focused on the wonderful sensations Kim was creating in his young, supercharged cock.

By the time the cum boiled up from his balls into Kim's warm, wet, mouth, Jimmy understood everything, and was convinced he was the luckiest guy on earth and had the coolest parents in the world.