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From: an370691@anon.penet.fi (CyberSleuth)

Subject: NS&TC2: Chap. 1 (B/D,S/M,group,teen,inc.)

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Disclaimer: All the usual stuff. If you are offended by bondage, whipping, spanking, and sexual torture for pleasure, then read other things. I wrote this for my own enjoyment and am happy to share it with others. If you like what I have written please let me know. This book represents many hours of writing and editing not to mention the time to post to the newsgroup. I ask for nothing in return except some comments, pro and con, to help me improve my writing, and perhaps the opportunity to exchange email with our female readers. I am most interested in what you ladies find exciting and what you would like to read. If you don't know how (or don't want) to use the anon service, post a message to Author, NS&TC2 and I will get back to you. I like to use the anon service initially to keep the weirdos away.

It was Friday evening. Bill and Connie sat at their kitchen table discussing the final preparations for the party. Their son Jimmy, and Kim, his girlfriend who lived next door, had just left to pick up Angela. She was one of Kim's friends and was due to be initiated into the club tonight.

It really hadn't been necessary to pick her up since she only lived on the next block, but it made it easier to tell Angela's parents a convincing story if they thought a group of the kids were getting together. If Angela had said she was sleeping over at Kim's house, her parents may have called or come by for some reason and that wouldn't have been good.

This was the first initiation of a new member and a lot of planning had gone into making the event a memorable one. Rosie, Kim's mother, had been there all afternoon helping Connie with the refreshments. Jimmy and Bill disappeared into the basement to build a surprise piece of equipment for the evening's festivities. By early afternoon all the work was completed and the group gathered to hash out a few formal rules and bylaws for their club.

There had been no need for rules when it was just the two families involved, but now that they were expanding, it was decided that it would be best for all concerned if certain things were put down on paper. This was not done hastily. There had been several conversations about most of these things over the last several weeks, so today's task consisted primarily of just writing them down and organizing them properly.

The group chose The Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club as the name. They decided not to confine the membership to just the neighborhood as the name implied, but would concentrate their recruiting efforts there because it made more sense logistically and gave the club a more intimate atmosphere. As a club, they wanted to foster the idea that the members were all one big family.

The group addressed the issue of secrecy first. Since some activities of the club were illegal, like sex with minors for instance, everyone would suffer if the activities of the club became public knowledge. Even if legality was not an issue, the club members would be ostracized since society frowns upon what it considers deviant behavior. They decided to handle recruiting very carefully and included a rule that allowed only the charter members to invite new participants to join.

If an initiate knew of a likely candidate, they should inform a charter member and introduce them. After getting to know the candidate better, the charter member would decide when, and if, to invite the prospect to join. All new members would participate in an initiation ceremony which would be videotaped. This tape would implicate the new member in any illegal activities and show a willingness to participate. Thus, if a member went to the authorities, they would be placing themselves in jeopardy along with the rest of the membership.

Force, the group felt, was an important issue. Pain, humiliation, and degradation were an integral part of what they did and it was imperative that the submissive member actually wanted this to happen to them. This would, for instance, keep a husband from making his wife become a member against her will. Any applicants having second thoughts would be allowed to back out, even during the initiation ceremony. They recognized, however, that much of the allure of bondage and discipline depended upon the dominant member imposing his will upon the submissive one and the submissive being helpless to control the situation. Indeed, Rosie, Connie, and Kim wanted to be forced into doing things they ordinarily wouldn't do because they could enjoy it without censuring themselves or suffering the guilt feelings that often accompany depravity. Because of this, they decided that once committed, the member must continue through to the end of the session, no matter what it entailed or how long it took.

The rest of the rules were minor. Bill was the undisputed leader until he chose to relinquish the position. There would be an effort to maintain an equal ratio of dominant to submissive members. Likewise, male and female members were to be kept in relatively equal numbers. Club members were free to play on their own with anyone they chose, even if the partner was not a member of the club.
Every member would be encouraged to relate fantasies they would like to act out.

Because of her own particular situation, Connie added the rule that married couples must join as a unit. She had almost lost her own marriage to Bill by seeking out groups and individuals who would allow her to act out her bondage and discipline fantasies. It was only a stroke of luck that Rosie and Kim entered the scene and saved her marriage. Connie did not want the club to be responsible for the breakup of someone's family.

Satisfied that they had addressed most of the important issues, the talk turned to the initiation ceremony. Of course, it had to be different depending upon whether the inductee was dominant or submissive. Since Angela was going to be entering as a submissive member, they decided to concentrate on that and discuss the induction of dominant members later.

Angela was a special case. She was not only the first new member to be accepted, but she was also a minor. At seventeen, she was a year older than Kim, but still too young to be considered an adult by the courts. Having sex with her would expose the adults to statutory rape charges. This could not be avoided and was deemed an acceptable risk by the group.

The videotape would show the girl being asked repeatedly if she knew what she was doing and if she were being forced into having sex or participating in any of the bizarre activities. They decided to require Angela to ask for specific sex acts and go into great detail, enumerating exactly what she wanted done to her. While they knew it would not totally protect them, they hoped that it would show that Angela was a willing participant. Having done the best they could, the group adjourned, each going their separate ways to make final preparations for what they hoped would be an exciting evening.

The evening started innocently enough. If someone had dropped in, they would have seen three teenagers sitting on a couch visiting with three adults. Each teenager was sipping a soft drink and munching on the hors d'oeuvres that Connie and Rosie had prepared. The older people had mixed drinks, which they were nursing, not wanting to get drunk.

Their conversation was general, small talk about school, movies, and what they had seen on television recently. If the person listened closely, they would have learned that Angela was a visiting friend, while Jimmy and Kim belonged to the adults. There was certainly no clue that the homey group was about to engage in the most bizarre and deviant sex that one could imagine.

Bill went to the bar to fix another round of drinks for the adults.
On his way back, he switched on the camera. Settling in his chair, he cleared his throat, subtly getting everyone's attention.

"Angela, I have turned on the camera. From now on, everything we say and do will be recorded. Would you tell us why you are here tonight, and a little of what you expect to happen?"

"Sure" she answered, looking straight into the camera. "Kim has told me that you all get together for some wild parties with lots of sex. She said she usually cums ten or fifteen times a night, sometimes so hard that she passes out. I've had a little experience with sex, but never anything like what Kim described." She didn't know if Kim had told the others about their time together, so she decided not to mention it. "In gym class I saw some welts and bruises on her legs and ass and asked her about them. She told me they were what made her cum like she did. I knew that I always came a little harder when a guy bit my neck or squeezed my boobs really hard while we were screwing, so it made sense to me. Kim said you guys are starting a club that specializes in this type of sex and that I could join if I promised to abide by all the rules."

"Very good" Bill said. "Do you understand that to become a member of our club you will have to pass the initiation?" He paused, waiting for Angela's response. When she nodded, he continued. "You will have to agree to be our slave. During the initiation, which may take several meetings, you will be whipped, spanked, caned, and tortured in many other ways. You're pussy, ass, and mouth will be fucked repeatedly, and you will have sex with everyone in this room.
Is this a problem?" he asked.

"Not at all" Angela replied, a little breathlessly. "It sounds delicious! Can we start tonight?" she asked hopefully.

Bill chuckled. "Not quite so fast. We need to know that you really understand what you are getting yourself into and what this club is all about. As a slave you will have no rights and no will of your own. You must obey every command given to you by a Master and do so immediately. To illustrate, this is purely hypothetical of course, because I would never put you in such an awkward position. If I came to your house and was visiting with your parents, I might suddenly tell you to suck my cock. You would be expected to do as I said, right there in front of your mom and dad. Do you get my point?"

Angela swallowed nervously. "I see. That's pretty heavy stuff. I wouldn't really have to do that would I?" she asked.

"Of course not, but you may be exhibited in public and might have to show perfect strangers that you are a slave and willing to do anything I ask. As your Master, I may make you walk from your house to a club meeting while you are completely naked. We would have spotters along the way to see if you obeyed. If not, then you could expect severe punishment when you arrived."

"It's scary, but it sounds exciting too" the girl said, with a nervous giggle. "I think I'm most scared about being tortured. Will I be really hurt?"

"I can answer that" Kim interjected. "Yes. You will be hurt. You'll scream and cry, and think you're going to die, but I promise you that it will all be worth it. After a while, you will start to like the pain and even want it. I'm not quite there yet, but Connie and my mom crave pain. They would rather be tortured than anything else because they cum so hard and for so long when they're really suffering."

"Another thing to remember" Jimmy added, "is that we are all in this for fun. We like bondage and discipline because it turns us on. If the ladies didn't like what we did to them, there would be no club. They like it because it lets them get as slutty and depraved as they want, with no feelings of guilt afterward. After all, they are being tortured and forced into acting like sluts. They can't help themselves, can they?"

Connie knew the fear that Angela was feeling. It hadn't been so long ago that Connie stood at the brink, desperately wanting to try this whole new aspect of sex but terrified of it as well.

Hoping to calm Angela's fears she said, "Don't worry, Angela. We were all afraid at first. We'll start out easy and let you get accustomed to the feeling. I'd be willing to bet that you will be begging for more before the first night is done. It's just the words that are so frightening. When you hear about torture, your mind conjures up visions of broken bones, disfigured bodies, and death. The worst you will suffer here are some bruises that last into the middle of the week. I, for one, treasure those, because every time I see them or feel them I am reminded of the incredible sex that followed. As Kim already told you, I crave the pain. I spend the time between sessions fantasizing about it and thinking up new ways that I could be hurt. I start counting the hours when I know a meeting is scheduled, and I get hornier by the minute. By the time we start I'm already in such a state of agitation that I barely feel the pain as such. It just registers in my mind as an intense form of foreplay."

Bill was ready to get things rolling. "Our bylaws don't allow you to participate at the first meeting. Tonight, you are here only as an observer, that is, if you even care to continue." He paused, waiting for Angela to answer. When she didn't respond immediately he continued, "This is just another safeguard. You will see what we do and perhaps get a better idea of whether it's for you. We will strip you and tie you in a chair so you will have a good view of all that takes place, but you will not be allowed to join the proceedings. At the end of the evening you will make a choice about whether you wish to attend another meeting. If you decide to continue with your initiation, I will explain in detail what you can expect at the next meeting."

Angela was disappointed. "I don't need to watch." She protested. "I'm already sure I want to join. Kim told me enough about what goes on that I had already decided before I even came tonight. I want to get started now."

Without a word, Bill crossed the room to where the girl was sitting. Before she realized what was happening, he yanked her up to a standing position and forced a ball gag in her mouth, buckling it behind her head with lightening speed. Spinning the frightened girl around, he quickly tied her wrists with a piece of cotton rope.

Angela was still trying to comprehend her situation when Bill coolly remarked to the others, "She's new at being a slave and doesn't understand the rules. You see," he said, turning back to the wide-eyed teenager, "when I said you were not allowed to speak, that is exactly what I meant. If you can't keep your mouth shut on your own, we have to help you. Now, I can release you and let you leave forever, or you can go over to Jimmy and let him take off your clothes. Make up your mind quickly because I'm ready to start the meeting."

Connie and Rosie exchanged smiles as the young girl scampered over to Jimmy. She wiggled her ample hips from side to side helpfully as the boy tugged on her tight shorts, finally getting them down past her knees and bunched at her ankles. Stepping out of them gracefully, Angela turned around, presenting her wrists so that Jimmy could untie them and remove her shirt.

Jimmy pulled Angela's T-shirt over her head revealing a stunning pair of ripening tits. They were not as large as Kim's or Connie's, and certainly smaller than Rosie's mammoth jugs, but they were perfectly shaped and jutted proudly from her chest with no hint of sag. All eyes were immediately drawn to the girl's nipples, which were huge. The areolae were at least silver-dollar sized and covered the entire area at the tip of her breasts. The color could best be described as shocking pink, much like the fresh new skin that forms over a severe cut or burn. Her nipples tilted up slightly from the center of the areolae and were already erect, clearly showing how excited Angela was at being almost naked in front of the group.

While the others were examining Angela's tits, Jimmy pulled her lacy bikini panties down, leaving the quivering girl totally nude. An admiring murmur ran through the other members, showing their approval of the newest club member. Angela was tall. At 5 feet 10 inches she towered over Kim, who was the shortest, being only about 5 feet 4 inches, and was taller than all the other members except Bill, who, at nearly 6 feet just barely edged the girl out.

Connie and Rosie, who were both fine looking women, were envious of Angela's body. The teenager was firm, having lost all the baby fat of younger girls, and was exquisitely proportioned. Her legs were long and lanky, with slender ankles, nicely muscled calves, and thighs that parted naturally at the juncture of her legs and pelvis.
Angela's pussy was prominent, protruding from the center of her hips, and like her nipples, angled slightly upward. Long silky pubic hair that matched the rich golden tone of the hair that flowed from her head to her shoulders, covered her tantalizing triangle.

Angela had wide flaring hips that tapered gracefully to a tiny waist. Her eyes, now wide with excitement, were a rich ocean-blue. They were set apart by her delicate nose whose nostrils were flared, further betraying her arousal. In short, Angela was a blond haired beauty and Jimmy could hardly believe his good fortune. Six months ago he had been a virgin. Kim, his next door neighbor and girlfriend, had lured him into a trap that ended with him losing his virginity to her mother, Rosie. By the end of that week he was more sexually experienced that most men twice his age. He had fucked Rosie, and Kim, and even Connie, his own mother, in the pussy, ass, and mouth. Jimmy learned that women, at least these three, liked a little pain to enhance their pleasure. With practice, he discovered how to use bondage, whips, canes, and paddles to make a woman squirm with passion and beg to be used and abused. Now he was going to get to use his newly acquired skills on one of the most beautiful girls at his school.

Angela was as popular as she was pretty. She had been elected as a cheerleader for the last three years and was the head cheerleader now that she was a senior. Every boy in school lusted after her but she had never let it go to her head. The girl was pleasant to everyone and always took time to chat in the halls, even with some of the boys who were considered "nerds." What was most unusual was that she was also well liked by the girls at school. She had always avoided joining the cliques that thought they were above everybody else, so she had a variety of friends from all levels of the social strata at the school.

Angela never dated anyone exclusively. She would show up at every party or dance with a different guy, rarely dating anyone more than two or three times. Many boys had set their sights on her, hoping to be the one to win her heart, but they were all graciously but firmly rebuffed. Angela was not a prude. Some of the guys had bragged about feeling up her titties or getting a hand job from her and a few laid claim to fucking her. Jimmy had heard the stories and was not sure he believed them, but with so much smoke, there might have been at least a little fire.

A few of the stories were true. Angela had experimented with sex several times but it had always left her frustrated and unsatisfied.
It was not that she minded fucking, she had even found it rather enjoyable, but it just hadn't lived up to her expectations. She had wanted to see stars and feel skyrockets going off when she came, but instead, there had only been a mild ripple of pleasure when she finally reached her climax. She noticed, as she had already related to the group, that she seemed to cum a little harder if the guy inadvertently hurt her during sex. That piqued her curiosity and was the reason she approached Kim in gym class.

Kim and Angela had been friends for years since they lived just around the block from each other. Kim had heeded her mother's warning about keeping her sexual activities to herself. She never told Angela what had been going on with Jimmy and his folks the past six months, and had kept silent about what she had been doing with her mom for the past couple of years. Even so, when the conversation turned to sex, as it often did when the girls got together, Angela could tell that Kim was far wiser than she. Certain things that Kim said led the older girl to believe that Kim was very active sexually and that she was into some kinkier things that other girls just whispered and giggled about.

Angela had just had one of her more satisfying sexual experiences when she saw the welts and bruises on Kim's buttocks and thighs while the girls were showering after gym class. The boy that Angela had been with was inexperienced and clumsy. He knew little about foreplay and was trying to go as far as he could before she stopped him.

In fact, Angela had been just about ready to call a halt to the sexual activities when the boy pushed his hand into the leg of her tight panties, causing the elastic around the leg hole to dig into her thigh. Angela liked the way it felt so she kept quiet. Continuing on, the boy's fingers bumped into her pubic area, fumbling around until he finally located her labia. He had hurt her when he jabbed his finger roughly into her dry pussy. Angela was taken by surprise and yelped. She grabbed his hand with the intention of removing it from her private parts when she realized she was no longer dry. In fact, her pussy had just gushed, covering his finger with thick slippery lubrication. The flash of pain she had felt had evaporated into a small orgasm.

The boy, urged on by her suddenly heaving hips, pushed harder, scratching the inside of Angela's slick tube with his fingernail, and mashing her clit against her pubic bone. This new sensation of pain sparked an even bigger orgasm, probably the best she had ever had. The young couple ended by fucking in the back seat of his parent's car, but that had been anticlimactic to Angela, who found that without the accompanying pain she was unresponsive.

One night at a slumber party, Kim had brought some bondage magazines and a couple of pornographic novels that had several passages describing women being tied up and beaten. All the other girls giggled nervously at the pictures. They wondered how the women could let someone do that to them, and thought it was even stranger that they appeared to be enjoying it. Reading parts of the novels aloud, they were horrified when the female characters were tortured and expressed disbelief that the pain and humiliation could actually cause an orgasm.

Although she had kept it to herself, Angela had a different reaction. She was fascinated by the photographs, and had to tear her eyes away before the other girls got suspicious. The novels had made her horny. When the passages were read, she pictured herself as the suffering victim. She borrowed the books from Kim and read them so frequently the pages were dog-eared and the books finally fell apart.

When they were making out and the boy had hurt her, the pictures flashed back into Angela's mind. Later, when they were fucking, she tried recalling the parts in the novel that had turned her on so much, hoping it would help her cum. It hadn't worked but it had stuck in her mind and she made the connection between the pleasure and the pain.

Seeing the stripes on Kim's backside made it all rush back to her. Remembering that it had been Kim who had provided the magazines and books, she decided to ask the girl about it.

Disclaimer: All the usual stuff. If you are offended by bondage, whipping, spanking, and sexual torture for pleasure, then read other things. I wrote this for my own enjoyment and am happy to share it with others. If you like what I have written please let me know. This book represents many hours of writing and editing not to mention the time to post to the newsgroup. I ask for nothing in return except some comments, pro and con, to help me improve my writing, and perhaps the opportunity to exchange email with our female readers. I am most interested in what you ladies find exciting and what you would like to read. If you don't know how (or don't want) to use the anon service, post a message to Author, NS&TC2 and I will get back to you. I like to use the anon service initially to keep the weirdos away.

Kim had tried to wait until the locker room was clear before taking her shower. She knew her back and ass were still plainly marked because she could still feel the soreness, especially when she sat in the hard desks in class. Angela had walked in on her unexpectedly leaving no escape and no way to conceal her condition. Kim tried avoiding Angela, which was difficult since they were the only ones in the room.

Since Kim was reluctant to talk about her marks, Angela decided to try a different approach. She hastily told Kim about her recent date then reminded the younger girl about the slumber party and the magazines and books that Kim had brought.

"I was totally uninterested in doing anything with him until he hurt me." Angela said. "He didn't mean to and I never mentioned it to him, but it made me so hot I even let him fuck me." She continued. "I felt just like I did when I was reading those books you gave me and looking at the pictures of the naked, tied-up women. Those always made me so hot I couldn't keep my hands off myself. It sounds weird, but I think I like getting hurt. I keep seeing myself tied in all kinds of positions just waiting for someone to do awful things to me. Is it really possible to like being tied and helpless?
Do some people really want to be whipped? I can't get it out of my mind since that date. Are there people who actually do those things?"

Angela was so confused and pitiful that Kim decided to talk to her. "Yes, there are people who like that type of thing, and as you can probably tell from the way I look, I'm one of them." Kim knew she had to be careful. She didn't want to give Angela too much information. "All someone has to do is fasten my wrists together. >From then on I'm their's to do with as they wish. Once I'm bound and defenseless I change. I am free to do anything I'm told because I'm no longer in control of the situation. There is no worry about what people will think of me or if what I'm doing is right or wrong. It's terribly exciting, because you never know what to expect except that you know it will probably be pretty kinky. You're not the only one who is free. The person in charge can let their imagination run wild as well, because you will do whatever they want. If you don't do it willingly, they can torture you until you do."

Kim could see Angela's nipples stiffen while she talked. The way Angela shifted her weight from side to side showed Kim that the girl was feeling it in her pussy too. "Isn't it dangerous?" Angela asked a little breathlessly. "Couldn't you be terribly hurt or even killed?"

"Yes." Kim answered truthfully. "It's part of the thrill. No matter how well you know the person, there is always the chance they will go too far. It's like going sailing. You know you're going to come back to the dock, but if your boat is solid enough there is always the possibility that you could just sail on forever. You're right to be concerned. It's important to completely trust the person if you are going to put yourself at their mercy."

When Kim didn't say anything more Angela knew she had to force the issue or lose her chance. "How do you get started?" She asked. "I don't know if I'd like it or not, but I'd like to try it at least once."

Kim looked at the girl pointedly as if trying to make up her mind. Finally she said, "You've already started. You got turned on by the pictures, the books made you horny and you had an orgasm when the boy hurt you. All you really want to know is if your cumming was coincidental or if it was the pain that actually made you cum. I imagine you also want to find out if enduring the pain is worth the result and if being forced to do things is exciting."

Just talking about it had made Angela horny. Kim was right about everything she had just said. Angela did want to see if she could cum by being hurt and her mind was filled with bizarre things she might be forced to do.

Angela's heart skipped a beat when Kim said, "If you really want to try it, I'd be willing to help you. I usually like to be the submissive one but I'll make an exception since you're a friend. When do you want to do it and where can we go that we won't be disturbed for a couple of hours?"

Angela's critical test had arrived. She had to put up or shut up. Hesitating only briefly, she haltingly said, "I have cheerleader practice after school. They let us use the gym and it's my responsibility to lock up when we're done. When the other girls leave, there's never anyone around. Sometimes I work out for a while after practice so no one would be suspicious about me staying."

"Fine." Kim said. "I'll meet you here at five. Make sure your folks don't expect you home until at least seven."

There was nothing more to say. The girls finished their showers in silence but Angela was in a state of turmoil. She had committed herself and she wasn't going to back out, but she was afraid. Kim was her friend and Angela knew the girl wouldn't really hurt her, but the livid welts and dark bruises on Kim's back and ass frightened her. Angela didn't know if she could take that much punishment. She was torn between wanting to see how real pain would affect her and hoping that Kim would take it easy on her. Thinking back over what Kim had said, she finally realized that it wasn't going to be her choice. Once Kim took control, Angela would have to endure whatever the girl chose to put her through.

Although she had tried to appear calm and aloof, Kim was also excited, because she had been wanting to share her experiences with some of her friends. Knowing that there were people from outside their club with similar thoughts was a comforting feeling to the teenager. She couldn't keep her mind on her school work so she spent the rest of the day planning her tryst with Angela. By the time she was to meet the girl, she knew exactly how she was going to handle things.

The other girls had already left when Kim walked into the deserted gym. She found Angela by the gymnastic equipment to one side of the room. Angela was wearing a skin-tight leotard that was cut high on her hips showing her exquisitely long and shapely legs. Kim noticed the absence of any bra or other undergarments and nodded her approval. Angela nervously eyed the duffel bag that Kim had brought with her.

Opening the bag and going briskly to work, Kim said, "We don't have a lot of time. If you haven't changed your mind, we should get started."

"I'm ready." Angela replied, her voice quivering slightly. "What do you want me to do?"

"Come here." The tone of Kim's voice changed. Angela had made her choice and now Kim was giving orders. She was no longer just making conversation or giving Angela any options. "Bend over this bar." Kim directed, indicating a padded rail that was about as high as Angela's waist.

Taking Angela's left wrist, Kim used a piece of soft cotton line to secure the girl's wrist to her left ankle then ran the tail of the line to the support beam of the rail, making Angela move her leg out toward the beam. Satisfied that this was going to work, Kim completed Angela's bondage by tying off her right wrist and leg. Angela's feet were spread apart as far as possible. Kim's target, Angela's nicely rounded ass, was totally accessible and held rigidly in place. Angela would not be able to escape the paddle when Kim started spanking her.

The thoroughly bound teenager silently surveyed her situation. The long muscles that ran up the backs of her legs, her hamstrings, were stretched. This was not an unpleasant feeling. She always did stretching exercises before practice to make sure she was limber and to keep from getting a strained tendon or ligament. Pulling against the ropes, Angela tested her mobility and found that she had none. She could move no more than an inch in any direction. A shiver ran up her spine as she realized how confined and vulnerable she was.

There was an almost undefinable feeling that started in the pit of her stomach and spread throughout her pelvic region. It was fear, excitement and uncertainty all mixed together. Angela felt her nipples begin to harden and push against the tight fabric of her Spandex gym suit. At the same time there was the unmistakable feeling of her pussy discharging lubrication, flooding with slick love juice. That was when she identified the unusual feeling the bondage was creating. Angela was getting aroused!

Kim took her time, wanting to allow Angela enough time to get used to her situation. Given a choice, Kim preferred sex with men, but she was not unaccustomed to lesbian sex or unappreciative of the pleasures that women could give to each other. Consequently, a quick flash of desire ran through her as she admired Angela's lean firm figure. She felt a twinge of jealousy as she eyed the other girl's tight ass and long slender thighs. Angela's buttocks were full and prominent, with no hint of flabbiness or sagging. They were, Kim noted, deliciously spankable, which was just what the girl intended to do.

Grabbing Angela's gym suit right above her ass, Kim jerked up forcibly, giving the older girl what is commonly known as a "wedgie."
Angela let out a short "Ummmpphh" as her ass cheeks parted and the material dug into her crack, separating her cheeks and digging into her asshole and pussy. Kim was pleased with the effect. Angela's ass cheeks were now totally exposed and were even more pronounced than before.

Kim had chosen her tools wisely. During the day, when she should have been doing her school work, she decided that what Angela needed was an introduction to bondage and discipline. She would not try to beat the girl into submission or take a chance on scaring her so badly that she would want no part of it ever again.

Digging into her bag, Kim selected the ping pong shaped paddle first. Being wide, it would give maximum coverage, warming up a large area with each blow. It would sound as if Angela was receiving a very hard spanking but there would be very little actual pain. The older girl's cheeks would be left a rosy pink color and she would feel the heat as the blood rushed into the area. Kim even liked this paddle used on her as a warmup. It toned the muscles in her ass and prepared them for the more violent abuses that usually followed.

"Ten should be enough. I'll give her five on each cheek." The neophyte dominatrix thought to herself. She reached out and ran her hand lightly up Angela's thigh and over her left globe, delighting at the way it twitched in response to her touch. Angela was unprepared for the first blow. The loud crack of the paddle startled the girl as it flattened her buttock and she let out a small yelp. Kim quickly followed the first hit with three more, two on each bouncing cheek.

Kim stood back to examine the effect. Angela's cheeks had taken on a flushed pink color. Kim could tell that her friend was feeling the effect of the paddle because her hips were slowly swishing from side to side as much as her bound position allowed. Angela had taken the other blows in silence after the first cry of surprise.

Moving back to the girl, Kim placed her hand in the small of Angela's back and rained three hard fast blows on her left ass cheek.
Hardly pausing, she directed the next three to the right one, finally getting a reaction from the girl.

"Ooohhhh! It burns!" Angela moaned softly. "My ass is so hot!"

She hadn't been hurt. The paddle had stung her and she knew she was red because of the tingling she felt in her ass. Angela felt her pussy leaking and knew she was soaking the thin strip of material that covered her snatch. She could also feel her pussy lips swelling as her excitement rose. The crotch strap of her gym suit was slowly disappearing, being engulfed by her inflamed labia. The thin wet band of stretched material was now pushing up against the tiny hooded appendage of her clit, arousing her even more.

Kim saw the signs and knew what her blond friend was feeling. Taking enough time to allow the girl to cool down, she selected the next paddle that she intended to use. This one was a fraternity paddle, the kind used to initiate pledges into the social clubs on college campuses. It was wooden, about two inches wide, and had rounded edges so that it wouldn't break the skin. Kim knew from experience that this paddle could hurt. It concentrated the force of the blow into a much smaller area than the other one. It would sting like fire and could leave bruises if used energetically enough.

Having decided on an additional ten whacks, Kim went to work. The thinner width of this paddle let her expand her target area, so she was going to let Angela know how it felt when the paddling included the backs of her thighs.

The first blow landed right at the base of Angela's left ass cheek, just on the crease where her thigh swelled into her meatier buttock. A red stripe sprung up immediately and Angela let out a howl. She was still trying to cope with the stinging when Kim matched the first blow with one to her right side. The next two cuts landed lower, overlapping the first ones but catching the crying girl on the fleshiest portions of her thighs.

Kim switched from cheek to cheek and thigh to thigh as she gave the helpless cheerleader the next six hits. When she finished, Angela was sobbing openly with tears streaming down her face. Streaks of purple showed on her ass and thighs where bruises were beginning to form. Kim had noticed though, that for the last few swipes, Angela had seemed to be pushing her ass out, raising it up as much as possible as if inviting the paddle to crash against her tender hemispheres. Her voice had also changed, becoming huskier and betraying a sense of urgency.

"Don't stop, Kim." Angela rasped, disappointed when her friend quit pounding her with the paddle. "I want more. It hurts, but it feels so good too. I'm on fire back there. Please don't stop." She begged.

Kim wasn't going to waver from her plan. She untied Angela and told her to strip. The last punishment would be given while she was completely naked.

Angela couldn't move fast enough. She ripped off her gym suit and stood with her back to the full length mirror on the wall. Peering over her shoulder she looked at her battered ass, and thrilled to the throbbing in her heated hillocks. A shudder ran through her as she felt the soreness when she ran her hands gently over the welts that had formed.

Kim saw that the girl's long golden pussy hair was wet and matted with love juice. The musky aroma of sex permeated the air. Kim was wet herself and knew that she was contributing some of that animal scent. Suddenly her clothes were too confining and Kim stripped as well. If someone came into the gym there would be no way to cover up what was going on, but neither Kim nor Angela cared. They were both so immersed in lust that nothing else mattered.

After looping the rope around each of Angela's wrists, Kim led the girl to the set of rings used by the men's gymnastics class. She had Angela stand on a low stool while she used a taller one. The rings were about eight feet above the floor, much too high for what Kim had in mind, so she tied the free ends of the ropes to the rings, leaving enough slack so that Angela would hang with her feet almost touching the floor. She kicked the stool out from under the girl and stood back to admire her handiwork.

Angela was truly gorgeous. Kim wished she had a camera because she would like to share this with the club. Angela's smooth armpits were deeply hollowed showing the strain in her arms as they held her entire weight. Her breasts, smaller than Kim's, jutted out proudly from her chest. The large pink areolae were smooth and puffy, with stiff, inch long nipples protruding from their centers. Her stomach was concave, rising slightly to her navel which was stretched into an oblong slit. The triangle of light silky pubic hair was split by the mound of her vulva. Thick, puffy labia betrayed the girl's arousal as did the quivering nub of her clitoris, now totally emerged from its protective hood and glistening with the dew from her heated vagina.

Although she had seen it often, this was the first time that Kim had really studied someone in suspension. It was no wonder, she reflected, that Bill and Jimmy always seemed to find an occasion to hang at least one of the women in the club, either by her wrists or ankles. Angela, of course, was beautiful anyway, but the suspension brought out all the lines and curves of her body. That, with the subservient attitude it created and the air of vulnerability, was stunning. "If I look half that good, I'd be willing to hang for hours." Kim thought to herself.

Angela wasn't aware of how desirable she was. She only knew that her ass and thighs were throbbing, pounding in synchronization with her heartbeat, and that was causing a similar reaction in her pussy. Hanging like she was, the tops of her thighs, the plumpest portion, rubbed together. Angela felt the wetness there and knew her crotch was a mess. No make-out session she had ever had with any boy had caused her to have this kind of response. She was extremely horny and wanted Kim to continue. If the next part was as good as the first two, she knew she would cum. She was close enough now that it would have taken very little stimulation to send her crashing over the edge.

For the last demonstration, Kim had chosen a small, light six-stranded whip. It was the little brother of the dreaded cat'o'nine tails so feared by its victims of the past. Where the more vicious whip could rip the flesh right from the bones, this version provided tentacles of pain that exploded against the skin. Angela would feel a severe stinging from each of the six strands as they dug into her, but she would not be cut. She would be left with several welts to remind her of their session but they would vanish in a day or two.

Knowing what her answer would be, Kim gave Angela a chance to quit. "Angela, we can stop now if you wish, but if we go on I'm going to give you five hard cuts with this whip. Your front will be as marked as your back and it will hurt a lot. You'll undoubtedly cry and probably scream. It may hurt you so badly that it turns you off, in which case you will have found out what you wanted to know. On the other hand, it may make you cum harder than you ever have."

Kim paused, letting her words sink in, then continued. "If that happens then you, like me, will spend your time seeking out people who are willing to play bondage and discipline games with you. You will discover that the pleasure you get from sex is directly proportional to the amount of pain you have endured. The longest lasting and most intense orgasms will come after you have suffered the most pain. In just a little while you will find yourself wanting to stretch your limits. Knowing that greater pain will bring greater pleasure, you'll ask for more. It will probably even reach the point where you know that you can't stand any more willingly. When that happens, you will have to find someone who will force you to go beyond your limits. It's a very dangerous way to live and you might prefer to stop right now."

"No!" Angela cried. The urgency in her voice was evident. "Don't stop now. I have to see . . . I have to know. I want you to whip me. Please do it now." Angela was almost whining and it was clear to Kim that the girl was desperate. Angela was a definite candidate to join their club.

Almost before the other girl's voice had died away, Kim ripped her with the first slash of the whip. The six leather fingers fanned out, covering Angela's smooth white skin from her navel down to the line where her golden pubic hair began.

Angela thought she was prepared but she was wrong! The pain was indescribable. Lines of fire burned the lower part of her abdomen. She jerked on her ropes, dancing like a puppet as the pain seemed to increase rather than diminish with time. She let out a pitiful moan, one of despair more than agony, because the poor girl knew she had to endure this awful torment at least four more times and she didn't think she could do it.

Kim drew back her arm and sent the whip crashing into her suffering friend again, this time aiming for hollow of her stomach. Unashamedly, Angela screamed. One of the lashes had found its way into her navel, snapping against the delicate skin that was rarely even touched, much less hurt. Angela was still feeling the effects of the first blow as this new agony took command of her body. She was fascinated by the fact that, while her body reacted to the new set of lashes, her mind focused on the first ones. The pain had dulled into what could only be described as sensuous throbbing. It felt as if some giant hand was giving her a deep massage that sent tingles right into the depths of her womb. The fiery lines left by the lashes had started an inferno in her pussy.

The third and fourth blows landed on her tits, covering them with angry red stripes. Angela screamed maniacally and swung violently on the ropes. She had never been in such abject misery. Angela felt as if her mammaries, which had seldom even been touched by anyone else, had been ripped away from her body. It hurt so badly that Angela was afraid that she may pass out.

Almost as quickly as it came, the pain vanished, leaving the sobbing girl quivering and acutely aware of each individual lash mark. It was highly erotic. Angela twisted slowly on the ropes, pulling herself up, then relaxing to let herself hang limply as the incredible feelings of animal lust sprung from the deepest part of her being. The whip had brought her to the brink of orgasm and held her there. Every nerve ending in her body was raw and tingling, ready to explode and send the girl into that blissful state of euphoria. Instinctively, Angela knew where the last blow was coming. Seemingly with a mind of its own, her pelvis pushed forward, poised and ready to accept the caress of the horrible leather fingers of pain.

Kim did not disappoint her friend. Using all her strength, she directed the final blow to Angela's pussy, snapping her wrist at the last moment to guarantee that Angela would feel the awesome power of the whip.

Angela froze as the terrible tentacles sought out her most private parts. One strand wrapped around her thigh, the tip digging cruelly into the most sensitive area, the smooth inner part right below her sex. Two more snapped against her labia which were already red and puffy from arousal. One even wormed its way inside her pouting pussy, lacerating the pink scalloped inner lips and sending up a shower of the juice that had collected there. The last two strands found their mark with the precision of a laser beam and almost as much power. One hit her right above her clit, peeling back the hood and exposing the tiny organ so that the other could strike it with full force as it shimmered, naked and vulnerable.

Disclaimer: All the usual stuff. If you are offended by bondage, whipping, spanking, and sexual torture for pleasure, then read other things. I wrote this for my own enjoyment and am happy to share it with others. If you like what I have written please let me know. This book represents many hours of writing and editing not to mention the time to post to the newsgroup. I ask for nothing in return except some comments, pro and con, to help me improve my writing, and perhaps the opportunity to exchange email with our female readers. I am most interested in what you ladies find exciting and what you would like to read. If you don't know how (or don't want) to use the anon service, post a message to Author, NS&TC2 and I will get back to you. I like to use the anon service initially to keep the weirdos away.

It was Friday evening. Bill and Connie sat at their kitchen table discussing the final preparations for the party. Their son Jimmy, and Kim, his girlfriend who lived next door, had just left to pick up Angela. She was one of Kim's friends and was due to be initiated into the club tonight.

It really hadn't been necessary to pick her up since she only lived on the next block, but it made it easier to tell Angela's parents a convincing story if they thought a group of the kids were getting together. If Angela had said she was sleeping over at Kim's house, her parents may have called or come by for some reason and that wouldn't have been good.

This was the first initiation of a new member and a lot of planning had gone into making the event a memorable one. Rosie, Kim's mother, had been there all afternoon helping Connie with the refreshments. Jimmy and Bill disappeared into the basement to build a surprise piece of equipment for the evening's festivities. By early afternoon all the work was completed and the group gathered to hash out a few formal rules and bylaws for their club.

There had been no need for rules when it was just the two families involved, but now that they were expanding, it was decided that it would be best for all concerned if certain things were put down on paper. This was not done hastily. There had been several conversations about most of these things over the last several weeks, so today's task consisted primarily of just writing them down and organizing them properly.

The group chose The Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club as the name. They decided not to confine the membership to just the neighborhood as the name implied, but would concentrate their recruiting efforts there because it made more sense logistically and gave the club a more intimate atmosphere. As a club, they wanted to foster the idea that the members were all one big family.

The group addressed the issue of secrecy first. Since some activities of the club were illegal, like sex with minors for instance, everyone would suffer if the activities of the club became public knowledge. Even if legality was not an issue, the club members would be ostracized since society frowns upon what it considers deviant behavior. They decided to handle recruiting very carefully and included a rule that allowed only the charter members to invite new participants to join.

If an initiate knew of a likely candidate, they should inform a charter member and introduce them. After getting to know the candidate better, the charter member would decide when, and if, to invite the prospect to join. All new members would participate in an initiation ceremony which would be videotaped. This tape would implicate the new member in any illegal activities and show a willingness to participate. Thus, if a member went to the authorities, they would be placing themselves in jeopardy along with the rest of the membership.

Force, the group felt, was an important issue. Pain, humiliation, and degradation were an integral part of what they did and it was imperative that the submissive member actually wanted this to happen to them. This would, for instance, keep a husband from making his wife become a member against her will. Any applicants having second thoughts would be allowed to back out, even during the initiation ceremony. They recognized, however, that much of the allure of bondage and discipline depended upon the dominant member imposing his will upon the submissive one and the submissive being helpless to control the situation. Indeed, Rosie, Connie, and Kim wanted to be forced into doing things they ordinarily wouldn't do because they could enjoy it without censuring themselves or suffering the guilt feelings that often accompany depravity. Because of this, they decided that once committed, the member must continue through to the end of the session, no matter what it entailed or how long it took.

The rest of the rules were minor. Bill was the undisputed leader until he chose to relinquish the position. There would be an effort to maintain an equal ratio of dominant to submissive members. Likewise, male and female members were to be kept in relatively equal numbers. Club members were free to play on their own with anyone they chose, even if the partner was not a member of the club.
Every member would be encouraged to relate fantasies they would like to act out.

Because of her own particular situation, Connie added the rule that married couples must join as a unit. She had almost lost her own marriage to Bill by seeking out groups and individuals who would allow her to act out her bondage and discipline fantasies. It was only a stroke of luck that Rosie and Kim entered the scene and saved her marriage. Connie did not want the club to be responsible for the breakup of someone's family.

Satisfied that they had addressed most of the important issues, the talk turned to the initiation ceremony. Of course, it had to be different depending upon whether the inductee was dominant or submissive. Since Angela was going to be entering as a submissive member, they decided to concentrate on that and discuss the induction of dominant members later.

Angela was a special case. She was not only the first new member to be accepted, but she was also a minor. At seventeen, she was a year older than Kim, but still too young to be considered an adult by the courts. Having sex with her would expose the adults to statutory rape charges. This could not be avoided and was deemed an acceptable risk by the group.

The videotape would show the girl being asked repeatedly if she knew what she was doing and if she were being forced into having sex or participating in any of the bizarre activities. They decided to require Angela to ask for specific sex acts and go into great detail, enumerating exactly what she wanted done to her. While they knew it would not totally protect them, they hoped that it would show that Angela was a willing participant. Having done the best they could, the group adjourned, each going their separate ways to make final preparations for what they hoped would be an exciting evening.

The evening started innocently enough. If someone had dropped in, they would have seen three teenagers sitting on a couch visiting with three adults. Each teenager was sipping a soft drink and munching on the hors d'oeuvres that Connie and Rosie had prepared. The older people had mixed drinks, which they were nursing, not wanting to get drunk.

Their conversation was general, small talk about school, movies, and what they had seen on television recently. If the person listened closely, they would have learned that Angela was a visiting friend, while Jimmy and Kim belonged to the adults. There was certainly no clue that the homey group was about to engage in the most bizarre and deviant sex that one could imagine.

Bill went to the bar to fix another round of drinks for the adults.
On his way back, he switched on the camera. Settling in his chair, he cleared his throat, subtly getting everyone's attention.

"Angela, I have turned on the camera. From now on, everything we say and do will be recorded. Would you tell us why you are here tonight, and a little of what you expect to happen?"

"Sure" she answered, looking straight into the camera. "Kim has told me that you all get together for some wild parties with lots of sex. She said she usually cums ten or fifteen times a night, sometimes so hard that she passes out. I've had a little experience with sex, but never anything like what Kim described." She didn't know if Kim had told the others about their time together, so she decided not to mention it. "In gym class I saw some welts and bruises on her legs and ass and asked her about them. She told me they were what made her cum like she did. I knew that I always came a little harder when a guy bit my neck or squeezed my boobs really hard while we were screwing, so it made sense to me. Kim said you guys are starting a club that specializes in this type of sex and that I could join if I promised to abide by all the rules."

"Very good" Bill said. "Do you understand that to become a member of our club you will have to pass the initiation?" He paused, waiting for Angela's response. When she nodded, he continued. "You will have to agree to be our slave. During the initiation, which may take several meetings, you will be whipped, spanked, caned, and tortured in many other ways. You're pussy, ass, and mouth will be fucked repeatedly, and you will have sex with everyone in this room.
Is this a problem?" he asked.

"Not at all" Angela replied, a little breathlessly. "It sounds delicious! Can we start tonight?" she asked hopefully.

Bill chuckled. "Not quite so fast. We need to know that you really understand what you are getting yourself into and what this club is all about. As a slave you will have no rights and no will of your own. You must obey every command given to you by a Master and do so immediately. To illustrate, this is purely hypothetical of course, because I would never put you in such an awkward position. If I came to your house and was visiting with your parents, I might suddenly tell you to suck my cock. You would be expected to do as I said, right there in front of your mom and dad. Do you get my point?"

Angela swallowed nervously. "I see. That's pretty heavy stuff. I wouldn't really have to do that would I?" she asked.

"Of course not, but you may be exhibited in public and might have to show perfect strangers that you are a slave and willing to do anything I ask. As your Master, I may make you walk from your house to a club meeting while you are completely naked. We would have spotters along the way to see if you obeyed. If not, then you could expect severe punishment when you arrived."

"It's scary, but it sounds exciting too" the girl said, with a nervous giggle. "I think I'm most scared about being tortured. Will I be really hurt?"

"I can answer that" Kim interjected. "Yes. You will be hurt. You'll scream and cry, and think you're going to die, but I promise you that it will all be worth it. After a while, you will start to like the pain and even want it. I'm not quite there yet, but Connie and my mom crave pain. They would rather be tortured than anything else because they cum so hard and for so long when they're really suffering."

"Another thing to remember" Jimmy added, "is that we are all in this for fun. We like bondage and discipline because it turns us on. If the ladies didn't like what we did to them, there would be no club. They like it because it lets them get as slutty and depraved as they want, with no feelings of guilt afterward. After all, they are being tortured and forced into acting like sluts. They can't help themselves, can they?"

Connie knew the fear that Angela was feeling. It hadn't been so long ago that Connie stood at the brink, desperately wanting to try this whole new aspect of sex but terrified of it as well.

Hoping to calm Angela's fears she said, "Don't worry, Angela. We were all afraid at first. We'll start out easy and let you get accustomed to the feeling. I'd be willing to bet that you will be begging for more before the first night is done. It's just the words that are so frightening. When you hear about torture, your mind conjures up visions of broken bones, disfigured bodies, and death. The worst you will suffer here are some bruises that last into the middle of the week. I, for one, treasure those, because every time I see them or feel them I am reminded of the incredible sex that followed. As Kim already told you, I crave the pain. I spend the time between sessions fantasizing about it and thinking up new ways that I could be hurt. I start counting the hours when I know a meeting is scheduled, and I get hornier by the minute. By the time we start I'm already in such a state of agitation that I barely feel the pain as such. It just registers in my mind as an intense form of foreplay."

Bill was ready to get things rolling. "Our bylaws don't allow you to participate at the first meeting. Tonight, you are here only as an observer, that is, if you even care to continue." He paused, waiting for Angela to answer. When she didn't respond immediately he continued, "This is just another safeguard. You will see what we do and perhaps get a better idea of whether it's for you. We will strip you and tie you in a chair so you will have a good view of all that takes place, but you will not be allowed to join the proceedings. At the end of the evening you will make a choice about whether you wish to attend another meeting. If you decide to continue with your initiation, I will explain in detail what you can expect at the next meeting."

Angela was disappointed. "I don't need to watch." She protested. "I'm already sure I want to join. Kim told me enough about what goes on that I had already decided before I even came tonight. I want to get started now."

Without a word, Bill crossed the room to where the girl was sitting. Before she realized what was happening, he yanked her up to a standing position and forced a ball gag in her mouth, buckling it behind her head with lightening speed. Spinning the frightened girl around, he quickly tied her wrists with a piece of cotton rope.

Angela was still trying to comprehend her situation when Bill coolly remarked to the others, "She's new at being a slave and doesn't understand the rules. You see," he said, turning back to the wide-eyed teenager, "when I said you were not allowed to speak, that is exactly what I meant. If you can't keep your mouth shut on your own, we have to help you. Now, I can release you and let you leave forever, or you can go over to Jimmy and let him take off your clothes. Make up your mind quickly because I'm ready to start the meeting."

Connie and Rosie exchanged smiles as the young girl scampered over to Jimmy. She wiggled her ample hips from side to side helpfully as the boy tugged on her tight shorts, finally getting them down past her knees and bunched at her ankles. Stepping out of them gracefully, Angela turned around, presenting her wrists so that Jimmy could untie them and remove her shirt.

Jimmy pulled Angela's T-shirt over her head revealing a stunning pair of ripening tits. They were not as large as Kim's or Connie's, and certainly smaller than Rosie's mammoth jugs, but they were perfectly shaped and jutted proudly from her chest with no hint of sag. All eyes were immediately drawn to the girl's nipples, which were huge. The areolae were at least silver-dollar sized and covered the entire area at the tip of her breasts. The color could best be described as shocking pink, much like the fresh new skin that forms over a severe cut or burn. Her nipples tilted up slightly from the center of the areolae and were already erect, clearly showing how excited Angela was at being almost naked in front of the group.

While the others were examining Angela's tits, Jimmy pulled her lacy bikini panties down, leaving the quivering girl totally nude. An admiring murmur ran through the other members, showing their approval of the newest club member. Angela was tall. At 5 feet 10 inches she towered over Kim, who was the shortest, being only about 5 feet 4 inches, and was taller than all the other members except Bill, who, at nearly 6 feet just barely edged the girl out.

Connie and Rosie, who were both fine looking women, were envious of Angela's body. The teenager was firm, having lost all the baby fat of younger girls, and was exquisitely proportioned. Her legs were long and lanky, with slender ankles, nicely muscled calves, and thighs that parted naturally at the juncture of her legs and pelvis.
Angela's pussy was prominent, protruding from the center of her hips, and like her nipples, angled slightly upward. Long silky pubic hair that matched the rich golden tone of the hair that flowed from her head to her shoulders, covered her tantalizing triangle.

Angela had wide flaring hips that tapered gracefully to a tiny waist. Her eyes, now wide with excitement, were a rich ocean-blue. They were set apart by her delicate nose whose nostrils were flared, further betraying her arousal. In short, Angela was a blond haired beauty and Jimmy could hardly believe his good fortune. Six months ago he had been a virgin. Kim, his next door neighbor and girlfriend, had lured him into a trap that ended with him losing his virginity to her mother, Rosie. By the end of that week he was more sexually experienced that most men twice his age. He had fucked Rosie, and Kim, and even Connie, his own mother, in the pussy, ass, and mouth. Jimmy learned that women, at least these three, liked a little pain to enhance their pleasure. With practice, he discovered how to use bondage, whips, canes, and paddles to make a woman squirm with passion and beg to be used and abused. Now he was going to get to use his newly acquired skills on one of the most beautiful girls at his school.

Angela was as popular as she was pretty. She had been elected as a cheerleader for the last three years and was the head cheerleader now that she was a senior. Every boy in school lusted after her but she had never let it go to her head. The girl was pleasant to everyone and always took time to chat in the halls, even with some of the boys who were considered "nerds." What was most unusual was that she was also well liked by the girls at school. She had always avoided joining the cliques that thought they were above everybody else, so she had a variety of friends from all levels of the social strata at the school.

Angela never dated anyone exclusively. She would show up at every party or dance with a different guy, rarely dating anyone more than two or three times. Many boys had set their sights on her, hoping to be the one to win her heart, but they were all graciously but firmly rebuffed. Angela was not a prude. Some of the guys had bragged about feeling up her titties or getting a hand job from her and a few laid claim to fucking her. Jimmy had heard the stories and was not sure he believed them, but with so much smoke, there might have been at least a little fire.

A few of the stories were true. Angela had experimented with sex several times but it had always left her frustrated and unsatisfied.
It was not that she minded fucking, she had even found it rather enjoyable, but it just hadn't lived up to her expectations. She had wanted to see stars and feel skyrockets going off when she came, but instead, there had only been a mild ripple of pleasure when she finally reached her climax. She noticed, as she had already related to the group, that she seemed to cum a little harder if the guy inadvertently hurt her during sex. That piqued her curiosity and was the reason she approached Kim in gym class.

Kim and Angela had been friends for years since they lived just around the block from each other. Kim had heeded her mother's warning about keeping her sexual activities to herself. She never told Angela what had been going on with Jimmy and his folks the past six months, and had kept silent about what she had been doing with her mom for the past couple of years. Even so, when the conversation turned to sex, as it often did when the girls got together, Angela could tell that Kim was far wiser than she. Certain things that Kim said led the older girl to believe that Kim was very active sexually and that she was into some kinkier things that other girls just whispered and giggled about.

Angela had just had one of her more satisfying sexual experiences when she saw the welts and bruises on Kim's buttocks and thighs while the girls were showering after gym class. The boy that Angela had been with was inexperienced and clumsy. He knew little about foreplay and was trying to go as far as he could before she stopped him.

In fact, Angela had been just about ready to call a halt to the sexual activities when the boy pushed his hand into the leg of her tight panties, causing the elastic around the leg hole to dig into her thigh. Angela liked the way it felt so she kept quiet. Continuing on, the boy's fingers bumped into her pubic area, fumbling around until he finally located her labia. He had hurt her when he jabbed his finger roughly into her dry pussy. Angela was taken by surprise and yelped. She grabbed his hand with the intention of removing it from her private parts when she realized she was no longer dry. In fact, her pussy had just gushed, covering his finger with thick slippery lubrication. The flash of pain she had felt had evaporated into a small orgasm.

The boy, urged on by her suddenly heaving hips, pushed harder, scratching the inside of Angela's slick tube with his fingernail, and mashing her clit against her pubic bone. This new sensation of pain sparked an even bigger orgasm, probably the best she had ever had. The young couple ended by fucking in the back seat of his parent's car, but that had been anticlimactic to Angela, who found that without the accompanying pain she was unresponsive.

One night at a slumber party, Kim had brought some bondage magazines and a couple of pornographic novels that had several passages describing women being tied up and beaten. All the other girls giggled nervously at the pictures. They wondered how the women could let someone do that to them, and thought it was even stranger that they appeared to be enjoying it. Reading parts of the novels aloud, they were horrified when the female characters were tortured and expressed disbelief that the pain and humiliation could actually cause an orgasm.

Although she had kept it to herself, Angela had a different reaction. She was fascinated by the photographs, and had to tear her eyes away before the other girls got suspicious. The novels had made her horny. When the passages were read, she pictured herself as the suffering victim. She borrowed the books from Kim and read them so frequently the pages were dog-eared and the books finally fell apart.

When they were making out and the boy had hurt her, the pictures

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