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.
“That will do for now,” he told me. “I just want her in condition for me to tease and torment while we eat. After dinner I'll really do a job on her, and when I'm through she'll be sorry she ever wanted to act like a nun. The managers of The Club got her from an acting school because she was sure she could play the part of a holy sister. She is very religious and a virgin, so she's almost as good for my purposes as a real nun would be.”
With one hand still busy fingering the poor girl's virgin cunt, John pressed a button with the other hand to alert the commissary department of the institution that we were ready to have our dinner served.
Within seconds the door opened and a little girl about seven years old peered in, hesitating and frightened. “Ith thith the right plathe?” she lisped, her face pale and strained by being thrust into an unknown and frightening situation. “I mean, ith thith where I'm meant to bring dinner for you two gentlemen?”
“Yes, you're in the right place, little girl,” replied John curtly. “Don't just stand there shivering. Get on with whatever you've been told to do.”
The child's head disappeared for a moment and then she came back carrying two shrimp cocktails which she placed before us on the table. As she was about to leave the room, I grasped her by the arm and asked, “What's your name young lady? And what are you doing here playing waitress?”
“My name ith Thuthie, and I know that I have a lithp, so pleathe don't laugh at me about it,” she said slowly and shyly. “And I was told to bring you your dinner and do anything elthe you told me to do, no matter what.”
I glanced over to John who was enjoying my pleased amazement, while still idly playing with the pseudo- nun's cunny with one hand, an occupation which she was trying to evade by wildly writhing her hips in an effort to escape his lewd and painful attentions. I raised my eyebrows, silently questioning him as to whether it was all right to go ahead with this delightful child. He smiled and nodded his permission, so I inspected the little girl more closely to see exactly what and who I was dealing with. I still held her arm in my hand, and I slowly turned her around in a complete circle, to see all of her.
She wore a pale blue dress, with a short very bouffant skirt that stood out around her hips most daintily and cutely. It was held out from her amazingly trim little middle by layers of ruffled petticoats which seemed to cascade down from the hem of the skirt to her crotch at the very top of her chubby little legs in an unending sequence of ruffled white. The top of the dress hugged her slim unformed chest, and had a fluffy white collar around her tiny neck.
She must have been about four feet tall, with a long blonde pony-tail jutting jauntily out from the back of her head. Her face was childishly round, with big blue eyes, a small straight nose, and the most sensuous, full, pouting lips I have ever seen on a girl of any age. Even at her ultra-tender years, her mouth seemed to be asking to be kissed, so ripe did those sensitive, full lips seem. And I had visions of other duties for that mouth and those lips before I was through with her.
Below the full out-swinging skirt billowing over its sea of dainty demure white ruffles, were long rounded legs, still childishly chubby, but showing promise of turning into glamorous female limbs in ten years or less. Susie's ankles were clad in short white socks, and she wore black low-heeled patent-leather pumps with a strap across her instep. All in all she was a wholly delightful seven-year old miss, all dressed up for a party. And what a party it was going to be. She seemed frightened, but nowhere near as frightened as she would have been if she had known anything about what I had in mind doing to and with her before this memorable evening was over.
Susie's terror now increased, for she noticed the bound and exposed figure of the nun trussed against the cross, with her big breasts thrusting out through the ripped front of her garments, and John's hand toying with her bared cunt through her ripped drawers. As the child stiffened with frightened surprise, I turned her toward me and asked her, “Did they tell you anything about what you were going to do with me later?”
“No, they just told me to do whatever you said, or-or-.” She murmured solemnly.
“Or else what?” I asked.
“Or else they would beat me again, like they did last week when I first was brought here. I tried to escape, and I got the most awful beating. I thought I was going to die they hurt me so bad. All over, too.”
“Did they tell you anything I might want you to do?” I asked the child.
