“The full smooth round hemispheres of her delightfully feminine hips and buttocks were all sore and red and blistered from the candle-flame, and extremely painful to his strenuous handling and shoving surges of screwing. He also had thoroughly broiled the tender lips of her cunny before violating her unused pussy with his huge stiff cock. In this way he knew that every motion within her pussy would be supreme torture for her, as well as the humiliation and degradation she would suffer at being violently raped. Being totally helpless and defenseless in her agonizing bondage, she could not even try to resist his terrible assault, and could only hang there in torment and shriekingly take the obscene tortures which he chose to force upon her symbolically and actually chaste body.
“While he is waiting to rape her tight virgin ass, I have made some minor repairs on her abused parts, but at the end of her ordeal she will have to undergo additional surgery and then have a long and painful convalescence. John wants her kept in her nun's garb all the time, and he will probably continue to rape and torment her very few days while she is recuperating from her original ordeal. In this way he can keep her in perpetual agony for his sexual amusement, and make sure that she suffers a long time.”
I was fascinated by her account of my friend's perverted sexual ideas, for they were so different from my own eccentricities. Religious symbol or not, the idea of abusing and fucking an adult woman does not particularly appeal to me, while I am equally sure that my fascination with young pre-adolescent girls would leave John cold. And yet John and I had known each other fairly well in business for many years before we found out that each of us in our own way was a sexual pervert of an especially vicious sort, preying on innocent and helpless victims, and subjecting them to terrible tortures and abuses so that we could achieve sexual satisfactions which many other people could attain without all these anti-social activities. Truly no man ever really knows another, and the most normal appearing people sometimes have the most bizarre tastes.
While I was thus resting and philosophizing about the sexual oddities and abnormalities which made such an institution as The Club possible, the dozing form of little Susie began to stir in her sleep, indicating that the sedatives were beginning to wear off and that she would soon be available for more of my painful sexual attentions.
The utterly charming and hedonistic Dr. Sylvia Loriano and her bizarre assistant, ten-year-old Teddy also noticed the awakening little Susie, and realized that I would soon be anxious to give her all my attention.
“Unless we can help you in any way, George, we will be getting on,” said Dr. Loriano, rising from the bed and putting on the two brief garments which comprised her whole costume. The adoring and effective Teddy immediately sprang to help her, and eased and adjusted the tiny panties and strapless bra of her black satin Bikini suit. Even when she was as fully clad as she could be, his little boyish hands continued to caress and hold her divine body as he offered this continuing evidence of his total adulation. Not only did fondling her thus intimately give him intense physical satisfaction, but he hoped that it would provide pleasant stimulation for her also between times when he could more openly and directly excite her sexually.
“And if there is anything that I can do for you, please let me know, Mr. George,” the small boy said in all seriousness. “And after you're through, be sure to call us to help Susie recover, so she'll be ready for your use again as soon as possible. I have some ideas for her that you may like to try at some later time, now that I know a little bit about your feelings on such things.”
I thanked both these unusual new friends for their offers of assistance, and assured them that I would call on them whenever their services would be welcome in any way. Both the charming and exquisite girl-doctor, and her childish boy assistant fascinated me, and I made up my mind to get to know them better personally as well as in their professional capacities here at The Club. With Teddy carrying the doctor's stethoscope and medicine bag, the two left, and I could devote my time and attention to the final act of sexual abuse upon my child-victim. Her little pink cunt had not yet felt the ramming penetration of my big cock, and I was anxious to open up this last hole. Even with all the sexual acrobatics I had indulged in already tonight, I knew that fucking this child's tiny pussy would be a wonderful climax to my introduction into the bizarre institution known as The Club.
Susie's eyes flickered open and came to rest on me as I crouched beside her on the big bed. At first there was no sign of recognition as her drugged sleep still beclouded her mind. But after a few seconds, I saw terrible fear creep into her expression as she remembered the tortures I had inflicted upon her only a few hours ago. Instinctively her eyes glanced down my naked body toward my cock, and she seemed at least temporarily relieved to see that the weapon with which I had ripped her bottom was soft and harmless. Her little hands crept down to gently feel her lacerated asshole, and she seemed pleasantly surprised at how much it had recovered from the horrible splitting it had received. Then she felt the pin-pierced nubbins of her vestigial nipples, which still showed the puncture wounds of my torments, but seemed well on the road to complete healing. All these places were still very sore, but not so agonizingly raw and torturing as they had been only a few hours previously.
With tears starting to form in her sad blue babyish eyes, Susie pleaded with me to spare her any more of the awful treatment she had undergone before. “Please, Mr. George, don't hurt me any more. I'll do anything you want if only you won't hurt me like you did. They told me I had to obey you, but you hurt me even more than when I was beaten for disobeying, so it looks like I can't win here.”
I looked down at her exquisitely dainty little body huddled on the bed and begging for mercy. Her very smallness and helplessness started me toward sexual excitement, and I knew that I would have to fuck her brutally before I could be satisfied in making my fondest fantasies become realities. “But Susie, to do what I want to with you means that I have to hurt you, so you will suffer whether you obey me or not. And watching you suffer makes me feel good all over, especially when I hurt in certain places and in certain ways.”
“But why do you have to use that hard man's thing of yours in me so it hurts?” she pleaded piteously. “It was bad enough when you made me put in my mouth and then made it shoot out all that nasty stuff that I had to swallow. But when you shoved it into my bottom, it hurt terribly. I thought you would kill me by ripping me all apart.”
“What you must try to understand, Susie, is that putting my man's thing, my cock, into you in those places felt very good to me. And when it feels good enough, the gism you think is nasty, shoots out, and that feels even better to me. In fact, having the gism spurt out of my cock is about the best and most wonderful feeling a man can have. And the tighter the hole that he jams his cock into, the nicer it feels. And for me, driving it into little girls is the best kind of thrill, and hurting them with my cock is part of the thrill, too. So, you see, I have to hurt you and use my cock in you. That's what you are here for, — for me to torture with my big cock.”
Susie was now weeping and sobbing again at the prospect of more torments on her already sore and abused little body, — punishments which she had committed no crime to deserve. It all seemed very unfair, — which indeed, it was, that she had to suffer just for my pleasure.
While she tried to comprehend this unkind quirk of fate, I began looking around the room and in the bureau drawers, searching for some inspiration as to how she could be trussed and bound while I ripped open her tiny infantile little cunt with my gradually awakening cock. Just looking at her bare pink little pussy was beginning to get me excited, and the more I thought about fucking it, the more horny I became, to the increasing alarm of the little girl whose eyes kept straying to the weapon with which I was going to torture her.
In the closet I found a long wooden pole, slightly thicker than a broom-stick and about five feet long. With this and several pieces of strong thin cord, I approached the bed where Susie crouched in despair. She did not dare resist me, so I had no difficulty at all in placing the pole across her back at about shoulder level and binding her tiny wrists out along it, so her arms were wide-spread. A couple of loops of cord around her shoulders helped to hold the brace in place.
Now, with Susie sitting up on the bed, I took a long piece of the strong cord and passed it around her back, then down and around under her knee on one side, then back across her back and down around under her other knee, finally corning back to behind her again. Still sitting there, I had her pull her knees up as far as she could on each side of her chest, and I pulled in on the rope holding her in this pose and straining on the rope to flex her thighs even more tightly up against her body in front. Her feet were still on the bed so she could balance as I tightened and fastened her thus. She wept and cried and protested that her hips hurt terribly from being bent up so far, but I ignored her for my intent was to give her pain and lewd exposure while making her pussy fully available for my coming assaults.
Now I pushed her over on her back, and attached a short length of the cord to each of her tiny ankles. On one side and then the other I dragged her ankles out sideways and tied them to the ends of the pole which was behind her back and to which her wrists were already bound.
She moaned and pleaded even more at this, telling me what I already knew, — that having her thighs stretched so extremely wide apart was very painful. In addition it left her plump pink little pussy and her round little
