Anonymous: The Club, Vol 1 and 2

As I gradually came to accept the reality of this bizarre and exciting situation, my hands reached out and gently caressed the soft warm flesh. I have heard men crudely describe things as being smooth as a baby's ass”. Susie was not really a baby, but I know that I have never felt anything so smooth and radiantly warm and caressable as that little bottom as my hands ran lovingly over it. After a few moments of this gentle stroking, Susie seemed to relax a little when she was subjected to no pain. But I felt her tense up with alarm when I drew a finger softly down the velvet groove between those exquisite buttocks, just barely stroking her little asshole and her cuntlips.

Then I patted her lightly across her bottom with the palm of my hand, and said, “All right, Susie. You can stand up now and bring in the soup.”

She jerked upright and turned toward me, her face a bright red from embarrassment and from bending over. And surprisingly enough she looked even cuter and more exciting as she stood there before me, ready to remove the cocktail dishes from the table. With her hands full, I had her stand there a moment and turn slowly around so that I could savor the full beauty of the sight.

Her wide bouffant skirt was held out from her little body by the supporting petticoats, and below I could clearly see her whole lower belly, hips, and crotch. In front her bare hairless slit was rimmed by plum pink lips that almost seemed to be pouting for my attention. In back the deep valley between her ass-cheeks only made their perky prominence more delectable. And she was naked and available and MINE all the way from her trim little waist down to her demure little white ankle-socks.

This experience was too completely wonderful for me to take a chance on spoiling it by rushing things. I had complete faith in my friend John, and in the management of this wonderful institution known as The Club, so I knew that with them supplying the raw materials, it was up to me to turn the evening into a really superb experience for myself, no matter what it might cost Susie, my child partner in the approaching activities.

“All right, Susie. Now get us the soup course.” I told her, and my heart and soul jumped with pleasure at the sight of her little ass-cheeks alternately tensing and relaxing as she walked away from me to obey. In a matter of seconds she was back with steaming bowls of soup, and as she walked toward me I could see the firm round thighs pumping back and forth beside her little cunt-slit as if they were intentionally caressing it and stimulating it for my future enjoyment.

When she had placed the dishes before us, I had had stand close beside me again, and while eating with my right hand, I gently inserted the middle finger of my left hand between her plump little thighs, very high up, just where they joined her belly. The child winced, and started to object to my move, but a stern glance from me, and the memory of her lesson in discipline, kept her obedient and passive. I made no effort to hurt or violate her in any way, for I just greatly caressed this hot pink grotto, teasing myself with this preview of what was to come.

When we had finished the soup, which was so good that even under these bizarre circumstances I noticed and enjoyed its superb flavor and bouquet, I had Susie remove the empty plates and bring in the main course which had been provided. Filet Mignon, rare in the middle but with a crust of well-done on the outside from the charcoal broiler, was accompanied by hashed-in-cream potatoes and asparagus tips with Hollandaise sauce. In spite of the obvious distractions, I managed to eat most of my servings and enjoyed every mouthful. During this course I had little Susie lie down on her stomach across my lap, so that her cute little chubby bottom was directly below my eyes, and readily available to my hands at all times. With her full skirt flipped up, there was visible across my legs, the cutest, most exciting, most delectable little set of hips and bottom-cheeks that could ever be imagined, and I took full advantage of their nearness by allowing my hands to play all over and around them whenever I was not actively engaged in cutting food or conveying it to my mouth. In addition to being aesthetically pleased with the party and my partner, I could now feel myself becoming physically excited by her closeness and the fact that I knew she was mine to use as my whims and desires dictated. This rising tide of sensual urges only served to increase the avidness with which my hands caressed and explored the exquisite conformations of Susie's delightful hips, buttocks, and thighs. She squirmed slightly under my intimate attentions, but dared not protest or try to evade my hands.

As he finished this entree John became bored with merely viewing and diddling his victim. He picked one of the candles from its holder on the table, and extended its flame toward the exposed and trussed nun till it was just below one of her darkly-pink nipples.

Instantly she shrieked in agony as her superlatively tender flesh was scorched, and he withdrew the flame to watch and enjoy her suffering. “Go ahead and bellow as loud as you want. No one can hear it outside of this room, and listening to your screams just gives added pleasure to my friends and me. And if you think what you just felt is bad, just wait till you feel what I'm dreaming up for you later this evening. Then you'll really know what pain is.”

After this encouragement to the helpless suffering girl, he applied the flame beneath her other nipple, and smiled in terrible sadistic pleasure as she screamed and struggled under the torture and we could all smell the aroma of broiling flesh. At length he stopped this torment and sat gloating at the terrible ordeal he was subjecting her to.

When she had calmed a little and was only whimpering in agony from the seared summits of her lovely breasts, John again thrust the burning candle at her defenseless body. This time the flickering flame singed the hairy thatch that overshadowed the entrance to her cunt, and the odor of burning hair greeted our nostrils. She jerked and cried in alarm as she saw the flame approaching her crotch, but it was several seconds before he was actually burning the sensitive tissues at the front of her vulva. With her legs bound tightly together in her enforced pose on the cross, John could not effectively remove all the hair from her cunt, for a lot was protectively clamped between her full firm thighs.

As a final gesture of contempt and torture, John now thrust the burning end of the candle deep in between her legs, paralleling the lips of her cunt and burning them for their whole length before the flame was extinguished for lack of air within the tight ere vase.

From the side of her eye, Susie had seen most of these horrible events, and she was quaking with fear for her own safety and comfort. My sexual excitement had been growing, both from Susie's delightful proximity and from watching John's sadistic torture of his nun-like victim. Within my trousers my cock was standing stiffly at attention and pressing upward into Susie's prone form.

I patted her lightly on her cute bare bottom and asked, “Do you feel anything different, Susie?”

“Please, — Oh Please don't hurt me like he's doing to that poor crucified nun.” she begged me, turning her head around so she could look up into my face. “I'll do anything you want, if only you want hurt me like that.”

“The first thing is to answer me when I ask you a question.” I told her. “Do you feel anything funny or different now?”

She paused a moment and then said, “Yes. I think so. There seems to be a lump right under my tummy that wasn't there when I first lay down. It's pressing up hard against my tummy now.”

“Then you'd better get up and find out what that lump is.” I told her seriously. “And don't stop till you have found and investigated everything about the lump.”