Anonymous: The Club, Vol 1 and 2

“The men's faces are all disguised, as you saw, during the processing of the pictures, so that there is no trouble about embarrassment for the members with the other members or guests. And you will understand why I said that our clientele are wealthy men when I tell you that the initiation fee for the club is $10,000 and that the charge is $100 for every time you come here for some sexual stimulation. This service fee is the minimum fee, and in addition you have to pay any extra charges which the management has incurred in meeting your special requirements. It costs $100 to bring in a guest, and we have to be very careful about the guests we introduce, for obvious reasons, arid I am personally responsible for you and your behavior, since I brought you here. Now, have you any questions?”

I was stunned at what I had seen and heard, but my excitement and curiosity were so great that I could scarcely contain myself. “You mean that if I become a member of this organization I can have any imaginable kind of sex-fun here, as long as I can afford to pay for it? And that as your guest this evening I can take my pick of any of the different forms of sexual enjoyment shown in this bizarre catalogue? This whole setup is so crazy and impossible that I almost think you are pulling some kind of a weird practical joke on me. Is this for real?”

John smiled at my amazed doubts, and signalled me to accompany him down a nearby hall. He drew a keyring from his pocket and opened one of a row of small lockers that lined one wall of the hall. He removed a large manila envelope, relocked the metal vault, and then we went back to the leather couch in the lounge. While opening the envelope, John said to me, “As you can probably guess from my name, Murphy, I come from Irish stock, and am a Roman Catholic. Due to some unfortunate incidents in my early childhood, I grew up with a great fear and hatred of all official representatives of my religion, such as priests and nuns. Since both of these classes of religious devotees are supposedly dedicated to celibacy and chastity, my neurotic distaste for them is all mixed up with sex. Now take a look at these personal pictures of mine which I just go from my private safe, and you'll see my kind of sexual abnormalcy, and believe the truth of what I've been telling you about The Club.”

He handed me a dozen or so large clear photographs, and as I glanced through them, the truth of what I had heard became all to evident. Each photo showed John, clearly recognizable, as indulging in some form of sex, usually abnormal, with a woman in the costume of a nun. In one picture, the nun was tied against a cross with her habit pinned up behind as he flogged her ass with a heavy whip. In another, the nun, helplessly tied, was having her exposed breasts whipped, and pinched by John's fingers. In still another, the nun was being flogged while on her knees in front of John, being forced to suck his cock. Another showed a nun, obscenely exposed, being fucked by John while she was bound to a cross in a classic religious pose. One which caught my eye particularly showed a man in priest's garb being beaten while forced to jerk himself off, and at the same time lick a nun's cunt while she sucked John's rigidly erect cock.

The compulsive need he had to debase and dominate religious people in order to enjoy sex himself, showed the deep emotional injuries which he had suffered as a child. But now, at least, I could no longer doubt the reality of The Club, and the wild and bizarre things which happened there for the amusement of its members. And I could become a member of this fantastic institution! And most important of all, I was RIGHT NOW a guest there with all the facilities of the place at my disposal! All I had to do was ask and I could have for my sexual pleasure almost any imaginable partner and situation.

I felt a wonderful inner excitement churning up within me, a combination of sexual anticipation and a deep emotional fulfillment. I gripped John firmly by the hand and tried to show him my heartfelt appreciation of the opportunity he had opened up for me. I knew that he had done me this favor at least partly to insure my business loyalty to him, in the same sense that he would buy me drinks at a bar or give me theater tickets to a hit show, but I also knew that it took trust and sincere friendship for him to reveal in detail his own sexual abnormality and to provide me with the chance at such satisfying fulfillment for mine.

“John, I can never repay you for introducing me to this wonderful place. You were completely right in guessing that little girls were my weakness, even though I have never been able to do anything about it, and hadn't even admitted it to myself until a few years ago. If this place gives me a chance to bring to life some of the fantasies and daydreams I've had about enjoying children sexually, I'll be forever in your debt. Your secret and the secrets of this club will be safe with me, of course, because to reveal them would also be revealing my own idiosyncrasies and laying myself open to terrible punishment from the authorities as well as from society.” I paused, trying to convince him of my sincerity and appreciation. Then I continued tensely, “And did you mean it when you said that tonight, this very evening, I can have a little girl as a sex-partner? Like in the catalogue pictures?”

“Yes. Anything shown in the catalogue can be supplied right from stock. Regular members look through the book from time to time, searching for new and different kinds of thrills when they are temporarily bored with their own special kind of abnormality,” John assured me. “And I have already arranged for us to have dinner in a small private dining-room so that you won't have to wait until after we eat to begin enjoying yourself. While we are eating you can be stimulated, each in our own way, in preparation for what will come later.”

Within half an hour his prophesy came true, for we were comfortably seated in a small dining-room. John's perverted entertainment was already prepared and very much in evidence, so that he could start his cruel and profane pleasure at once. On a heavy wooden cross beside his chair was trussed a beautiful woman in the somber concealing garb of a nun. Her hands were bound outstretched to the arms of the cross, and her feet were bound to the base of the upright, so that her pointed toes could help support a part of her hanging weight.

Probably aware of what was in store for her, the young woman's face showed a terrible fear through the pain which her enforced pose caused her. John gloated over her helplessness as soon as we entered the room and he lewdly ran his hands over her body, an obscene gesture which she could do nothing to prevent. Then he thrust his hands roughly into the bosom of her dark enveloping habit tearing it down the front nearly to her waist. He grabbed her breasts which were thus exposed and dragged them out of her clothes, stretching the cloth around under the protruding glorious hemispheres so that they were displayed in all their beauty within the frame of her coarse black garments, and easily available for his further attentions of torturing and humiliating her.

Next John had lifted up the many loose folds of the skirt of her ecclesiastical uniform, revealing in front her loose coarse white drawers. He stuffed the front of her dress into the belt which encircled her waist so that her crotch region was exposed to his hands and eyes. Now, despite her cringing and moaning, he ripped the whole front out of her so-modest drawers, and I could see the dark delta of her cunt-hair displayed.

All this time John had been muttering to himself, working himself up to a fury of rage at the helpless bound woman trussed to the cross. He now dug a finger viciously between her straining thighs, up into her cunt. She screamed at this vile attack but he just grinned evilly into her face as he gloated over his defilement of her helpless modesty.