The Club, Vol 1 and 2

VOLUME I

If I had been careful and cautious and watched what I had said, I would never have come to know about “The Club", and certainly I never would have become a member and enjoyed the bizarre privileges which membership gives. For years I've known that some of my ideas were definitely not acceptable to most people, so I have to be very careful of what I say even among friends. All that time it had never occurred to me that there was any chance of actually doing the things I had thought about. My problem was simply not to let people know what I thought about.

I suppose it was the three martinis before lunch that got me started, but it was just plain old-fashioned good luck that gave me the proper audience for my slip, and turned what could have been a terrible mistake into wonderful good fortune. John Murphy and I were drinking our lunch at the bar in a swank restaurant just off Madison Avenue, as happens every now and then when you are in my line of business. I'm in charge of advertising for a big company that is pretty well known, so I won't stick my chin out by mentioning its name. And John Murphy is a vice president of a well known advertising agency who that year was handling our account, — a matter running into millions of dollars. This meant that he was duty-bound to be extra nice to me and buy me drinks and laugh at my jokes and otherwise brown-nose me, so as to keep me wanting his agency to have our account. John and I have hit it off pretty well for several years, business-wise, even thought we know almost nothing about each other outside of business. I know he is married and lives somewhere up in Westchester with his wife and a couple of kids, and he probably knows that I am divorced and live alone in an apartment on the east side of Manhattan. Well, this day, after the third martini, and while we were waiting for the fourth to be delivered to our table, John excused himself to go to the men's room to take a leak. While he was gone, I idly picked up the early edition of the evening paper, and glanced over the headlines, just for something to do till he got back.

There were glaring headlines that the police had caught the man who had kidnapped and raped a six-year-old girl a couple of days before. The nude and mutilated body of the girl had been found, dead by strangulation, in a vacant lot within a matter of hours after she had disappeared. The authorities had picked up a drunken, middle-aged, moronic ex-janitor who lived in the neighborhood and had confessed the crime. He had a past record of several sex-offenses against children, so it looked like they had the right culprit.

I was reading all this over when John got back from taking his leak, and he glanced across our table as he sat down beside me, to see what I was reading. When he spotted the item that held my interest, he said, “It's all right to be eccentric in how you get your kicks, but that guy was sort of abusing the privilege.”

I grunted something meaningless and kept reading for a few seconds more. John then added, “And the worst thing that poor bastard did was get caught. That's the worst crime.”

Without thinking, — saying what was in my mind, but definitely not what I intended to say, I heard myself saying, “Maybe it was worth it.”

There was a pause of horrible silence while I realized what had come out in the few seconds that my guard was down. I glanced up quickly at John and managed a weak smile into his face which was staring down into mine with a peculiar interest.

“What I mean is, maybe the poor bastard was so hard up to get laid that he screwed the little girl because he couldn't get the real thing.” I tried to cover up the break I'd made. “I mean, even doing it to that child may have been worth it to that poor crazy drunk, — he was so mixed up.”

John just kept on looking at me without saying anything, and in a way that was worse than if he had laughed at the silly thing I'd blurted out, or even asked me what the hell I was talking about. In these few moments my brain was whirling with panic while I tried to figure out whether I should laugh it off as a pointless slip of my tongue or try to explain that I had meant something else. If John should learn that I had really meant exactly what I had said, even though I had not meant to say it, I had visions of my whole business and personal life going to pieces in an awful mess.

Who would want to associate in business or admit he knew as a friend a monster in human form who dreamed of raping and otherwise sexually abusing little girls? And that is just the kind of a perverted ogre I am. Lying in bed alone at night, all I have to do is start thinking in every possible lewd detail about having some immature girl in my power, naked, maybe eight years old, helpless, and I begin to get excited. If I go on in my fantasy so that I imagine feeling all over her writhing little body with my hands, and hearing her scream and protest against what I am doing to her, then my cock begins to stiffen and my fingers quiver with passion. And if I go on from here to where I'm trying to jam my big tool into the little slit and hole between her childish thighs, — well I just shoot my load and may not even have to touch my throbbing cock with my own hands to make it go off.

Adult mature women and girls, no matter how beautiful of face and body, all leave me fairly cold. That was one of the reasons for my divorce. I didn't work up enthusiasm often enough to satisfy my wife, and she began to suspect that my sexual interests were not centered around her. She never guessed what I really wanted, thank God, and we were divorced before anything happened to give her any hint.

Every now and then I'd find some pornographic book that told about men having sex with little girls, and that would provide me with some thrills, but most of the time my sexual activities were purely mental, in my own brain. And now that I was in my mid-forties and very successful in business, I had taken a chance on losing everything by my carelessness in speaking after martinis at lunch.

All this flashed through my mind in the few seconds that John Murphy kept staring at me in his intent way. He seemed surprised but not displeased at what I had said, so I hoped to be able to bluff him out of taking it seriously. I was trying very hard hot to look guilty so he would not attach any importance to my slip. “These drinks sure pack a wallop, don't they?” I said to him jokingly. “They sure got my tongue all twisted up.”

“What's in you when you're sober, comes out when you're drunk,” he answered, still looking at me closely.

Our fourth round of drinks arrived just then, to create a diversion, and I said, “You're crazy as hell, John.”

“Maybe I am,” he admitted. “But I'm sure I got the message you didn't intend to send me. And that makes both of us crazy. Doesn't it?”

I didn't know what he was getting at, but I knew that I was in very dangerous territory if I expected to keep my terrible secret to myself. I was about to protest some more when he silenced me with a gesture. After glancing around to be sure he would not be overheard, he asked me, “Have you ever heard of The Club?”

“I've heard of dozens of clubs here in the city. What one are you talking about?” I asked.

“I'm talking about a very special one. It has no other name, — just The Club. And it caters to members who have very special tastes, and who can afford to pay to enjoy those expensive special tastes,” he told me cryptically.

“I don't know what in hell you're talking about,” I said lightly. “It sounds to me as though the drinks have got you talking through your hat, just like me.”

“That could be,” he replied. “But I think we're both talking through the same kind of hat. I'll bet that if you'll admit the truth, your ideas of fun in some departments are just as crazy as mine. Since you can afford it, I'm surprised you have never heard of The Club.”

“What is the club you keep talking about?” I demanded, hoping he had not guessed my secret urges, but also hoping that possibly he might be leading me toward a way to satisfy my off-beat urges. “I can afford almost anything that's fun. Tell me more about it.”

John refused to talk much about it, but after I had promised to maintain utmost secrecy about anything I learned or saw, he offered to take me to this weird place, The Club, as his guest that evening”. He promised me that I'd find it amusing and entertaining in any event, and if I really liked what I found there, he would see that I became a member. We arranged to meet at his office at five.

Not knowing what to expect, I struggled through the afternoon and the hands of the clock on my desk seemed welded in place, so slowly did they move. I didn't know whether to fear what was coming, in the way of a disclosure of my perverted tastes, or to hope that John understood my desires and knew of a way to provide actual satisfaction for me, better than just daydreaming myself into ecstasy.

When I entered his private office, he calmly told me that he had arranged things for my visit at The Club. We casually left the building, as at the end of any normal business day and he led me in a short walk across town toward the east side where the neighborhood was very middle-class, with lots of small stores containing delicatessens, laundries, beauty-parlors, dry-cleaning establishments and similar small businesses.

In front of a row of these nondescript stores, John stopped by a small panel truck, and quietly said, “Here is our transportation. We'll just hop in the back and start on our ride.”

We climbed in and found comfortable padded and upholstered benches on each side. The door slammed shut behind us and the truck immediately started up. I started to ask John about all this secrecy, but he cut me off. “Until you are a full-fledged member of The Club, you cannot know where it is. Such knowledge would be potentially too dangerous for the other members, and possibly for you, too. Just trust me and I think you'll find it worthwhile.”

The truck turned and twisted and stopped and curved so I had no idea even as to the general direction we were taking. John kept talking to distract me, and after about twenty minutes, the truck slowed, seemed to drive down a ramp or runway, and came to a stop. I heard muffled voices and then the back door swung open.

We climbed out, into a small room that had sliding doors which closed immediately. Then I realized that we had been delivered directly into an elevator within some large building. After ascending what must have been several floors, the rising car stopped and the sliding door opened again. We stepped out into a pleasant lounge such as might have been the entrance of any smart exclusive club in the city.

A dignified gray-haired man greeted John, but did not call him by name. John only said, “This is the friend I phoned that I was bringing. I'm certain that he will be interested in The Club and the opportunities which it offers for the expression and acting-out of artistic and emotional creativity in all its meanings. We will sit over there on the divan while I show him our catalogue and find out his particular field of interest. I'll let you know our plans later, but you can arrange for us to have dinner here.”

I was led by my friend over to the luxurious leather sofa at one end of the lounge, and on the way he picked up a thick bound portfolio. We sat down and he leafed quickly through this catalogue till he found what he was looking for. My casual glance showed that the album consisted of photographs neatly mounted under plastic protectors, but when John handed me the big book opened to what he had found, I nearly dropped it when I saw the pictures on those pages.

The photograph on the left sheet showed a young girl of maybe six, completely naked so that her undeveloped body was revealed in every detail, being flogged on her bare ass by a grown man with a short quirt in his hand, while he forced the child to suck his huge erect cock with her dainty mouth. The dark welts where the whip had stung her cute round ass-cheeks, and the tears streaming down her face from her pain and fear and humiliation, were all clearly revealed in the picture. The man's face had been obscured beyond any chance of recognition when the picture was printed, but the girl was shown with superb clarity.

The opposite page of the album was even more exotic, for it showed another child, this time a blonde, as distinguished from the brunette first one, being cruelly raped on a huge bed by an adult man, obviously old enough to be her father, or even her grandfather. This child was about eight years old, and her hands were stretched wide out toward the sides of the bed and held there by tight ropes around her slim young wrists. From the position of her legs, it was obvious that she was fighting her attacker as well as she could, but the photograph clearly showed that his big stiff prick was being driven into the hairless pink slit between her thighs, and her mouth was open with the scream which announced the agony of her rending defloration. Again the man's face had been effectively disguised by the photographer but there was no question as to the age or beauty of his childish victim, or what he was doing to her.

“What do you think of these pictures?” asked John.

“They're fantastic.” I answered sincerely. “Is this what your club does? — collect terrific pictures of unusual sex activities with young children? And how do you ever get them to pose for the photos?”

“Those pictures aren't posed,” replied John, smiling at my mistake. “Those pictures were taken by a concealed camera and they record exactly what they seem to, — men getting thrills out of abusing young girls in any way they like. While I go see about getting us a couple of drinks, you can look through the rest of the catalogue.”

He rose and strode off, and I began to leaf through the large leather-covered album from the beginning. It contained at least a hundred superb photographs, and each one depicted with amazing clarity and detail some bizarre and perverted form of sexual activity. Just as a collector's item of pornographic pictures, the album must have been worth a small fortune, for I'm sure that every imaginable variation of exciting sexual possibilities was illustrated. And John had assured me that they were not posed but had been photographed during their actual performance.

There were pictures showing men horribly mistreating beautiful women and girls, and also being mistreated by sternly dominating beautiful women. Every possible position for screwing was illustrated, and the same went for cock-sucking and buggering. There were men enjoying sex with other men, and with young boys. There were sex-acts involving animals, and also involving complicated machines and instruments. There were scenes showing women playing intimately with other women, and with young girls and with young boys. There were pictures of children of both sexes toying with each other in the lewdest possible ways. And there were several examples of the type of sexual variance which I enjoy, — men attacking very young girl-children and subjecting them to terrible indignities and rape.

When John returned with two drinks, I was boiling over with questions. He silenced me with a gesture and said, 'I'll tell you everything, you can know about The Club now. Later when you decide whether you want to join, you will learn more, including where it is.

“Membership here is restricted to wealthy men who enjoy variations from so-called normal sex. You saw that there were no pictures of regular sex in the catalogue, for we assume that a man can get all of that without coming here for it. The catalogue merely shows the types of off-beat sex which we have provided for our members, and which we are prepared to provide at any time for them. Whenever anything new is developed, we photograph it and put it in the catalogue, just in case any other member wants to try it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“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.

“They said you might tell me to get undressed, or at least take my panties off.” she said shyly. “And they said I had to do it if you told me to.”

Her scared glances kept sneaking over to where John was still finger-fucking the crucified nun, so I asked the child what she thought of that.

“It looks like he's hurting her.” she answered. “I'm glad he's not doing that to me. I wouldn't like it.”

“Maybe I'll try that with you later, Susie.” I told her. “Just to see if you'd like it. But now, while we are eating our shrimp cocktail, I want you to stand here right near me and then bend way over away from me. That way I'll be able to see and feel your cute round little bottom while you take off your panties, just like they told you.”

She hesitated for a moment at this indecent order from an adult total stranger. She looked at the older girl in the nun's habit, bound to the cross and weeping and struggling to escape the obscene handling by John, but then Susie remembered the whipping she had received for disobeying before, so she began to react as ordered.

Within easy reach of my hand as I sat at the small dining table and dunked my shrimp in the hot stimulating cocktail sauce, little Susie bent over away from me. At first she looked in this position like a perfect circle of white frills and ruffles, from the middle of which two firm pink legs projected straight down. The crisp petticoats kept her wide skirt out from her hips even when she leaned over like this, and the sea of cute ruffles extended down to a narrow band that passed between her plump thighs.

One of my hands gently caressed her upper legs and felt the firmly rounded outlines of her bottom, even as she seemed to flinch from my touch. Then I urged her on to taking off her panties, and she reached her hands up among the welter of ruffles to unfasten the waistband that held her cute little panties up. After some tugging and wiggles, the whole central section of the frilly white circle seemed to come out as she pulled down the garment while still leaving the short surrounding petticoats.

As soon as I saw how the operation worked, I told the child that I'd take over from there. Slowly to tease myself with this wildest dream come true, I pulled down her white ruffled panties till they hung about her thighs, well below her crotch. Her buttocks and ass and cunt were all starring right at me, within easy reach, and all so bare and pink and cute that I thought I was going to cry out in sheer pleasure at having a lifelong dream realized.

At first I only dared look, not wanting to touch for fear that I would wake up and find the whole evening was just a figment of my demented imagination. Framed in the crisp white frills of her starched petticoats were the delightfully round pink hills of her bottom, with the delicate groove of her ass running down the middle. In that strained pose I could even see the darker pink rosebud of her anus nestled at the bottom of the tender, soft valley. And just below was the tight slit with the fat pink lips on either side that was her childish cunt. It was partly hidden between her thighs, but I could see enough to know that it was there, and that it was mine. Susie was all mine to use in any way that pleased me.

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.”

She climbed from my lap, and I slid my chair back from the table to give her more room to operate. When she saw the bulge in the front of my trousers, she seemed honestly surprised and confused, and totally unaware of what it meant. I learned later from the authorities of The Club, that Susie was really one of the most innocent and ignorant children in regards to anything about sex, that they had ever encountered, and from her behavior I could well believe it.

From innate modesty she hesitated to follow my orders about investigating the origin of the strange bulge, but remembering her punishment of last week, she knelt down in front of me. After a little trouble with my zipper, and some more with my underwear, her plump little hands touched my rigid cock, and it sprang right out through my fly and seemed to stare her right in the face. She jumped with surprise, and then looked up to me questioningly, as if to ask what this odd thing was which had just appeared in my pants.

John laughed loudly at her astonishment and bewilderment, and I joined him. She blushed, more because we were laughing at her than because she saw anything shameful in having a man's erect prick in her hands and right in front of her face. It evidently had no meaning for her so it couldn't embarrass her.

“You're doing all right, so far, Susie.” I assured her, helping her to her feet where my eyes automatically fastened on her little pink cunt-slit. “You have a lot to learn, and I don't think you're going to enjoy learning it from me. But that will come later. Now, just clear off the table and bring in our dessert and coffee.”

She obeyed, and I was fascinated by watching her cute round bottom twitch and swish as she walked. John, too, was watching my charming innocent little Susie, but he kept one of his hands busy rubbing the candle in and out of his victim's burned vulva, at the wrong angle to rupture her hymen and penetrate her virgin vagina, but at the right angle to cause her the maximum of pain in those sensitive and tormented tissues.

With dessert and coffee on the table before us, I ordered Susie to kneel down between my spread knees. With her hands and face so close to my randy upright tool, I told her to lick and suck the bulge which she had discovered and uncovered. As I watched, just the thought of seeing and feeling those full pouting sensuous lips of hers on my sensitized cock, nearly drove me crazy, but I was determined to take this whole wonderful deal slowly so as to enjoy and savor the thrills to the utmost.

Susie seemed unwilling to take my prick into her dainty pouting mouth, but all I had to say was “Or else!” and she instantly obeyed.

I cannot possibly describe the supreme ecstasy that flowed through my whole body as I watched her exciting mouth engulf the purple head of my immense cock. The thrill was deeper and longer and more satisfying than anything I'd ever experienced before. My feelings had none of the primitive surging drive of former experiences, and none of the ephemeral unreality of my wildest fantasies. This was real, visibly and tangibly and sensually real. This delightful exquisite and utterly charming innocent child was actually sucking my stiffly and excited cock. My fondest and most improbable dreams were coming true and the visual and tactile thrills were so stimulating that I could scarcely endure the ecstasy that I felt.

Her innocent blue eyes were looking up into my face in a silent plea for mercy. She had seen what had already happened to the symbolic nun, and hoped that I would not subject her to similar tortures, especially since she was willing to obey me in any way to avid them. I grasped her head gently but firmly between my hands and guided her inexperienced mouth in sliding and sucking and in every way stimulating to the engorged purple end of my dick.

“Use your lips and tongue, Susie.” I told her. “Lick and suck the end of my tool in every way you can think of. It feels wonderful to me even though you probably don't like doing it.”

She obeyed my every suggestion, anxious to avoid the punishment she would get for disobedience, even though her expression and manner showed the shame and humiliation she felt at being thus used. Her eyes glanced from time to time across to the bound figure of the nun, and then she redoubled her efforts to please me. In an attempt to calm my own mounting passions, I tried to finish the wonderful dessert and coffee which had been provided, but I could not keep my interest on eating while my cock was being so exquisitely sucked by this delightful and attractive girl.

Presently I guided her head into a longer stroke up and down on my rigid prick with her soft sensuous mouth. Her full lips were spread and their moist moving stimulation as they guided on my tool was almost more than I could bear. As I forced her head down, my cock drove so deep into her hot tight throat that she started to gag. This excited me even more, as tears came into her eyes arid she silently pleaded with me to save her from this torment.

Still keeping her at her exciting labors, I told her, “You are doing pretty well at obeying my orders, Susie. You have to keep sucking and licking my rod just the way you have been, and if you do it well, you will make some cream spout out of the end. That will show that you have been doing your job right. And when the cream shoots out, you must eat and swallow every drop. I don't know if you will like the taste, but you have to eat it all anyway. If you let any drip on me or on the floor, I will have to punish you very severely, and you know how much that will hurt you. Do you understand?”

Looking up at me with fear and surprise in her eyes, Susie nodded her head, being unable to speak because her mouth was stuffed full from my heated cock. “Now use your hands on the bag at the bottom of my tool.” I ordered her. “Don't be rough there with your hands. Just gently feel and squeeze and caress my balls. And use your lips and tongue on the head of my prick, — and keep pumping up and down with your mouth like you are doing. It feels wonderful and I'm going to shoot my cream right into your mouth in just a moment, and you have to drink it all. If you spill any I'll beat you so you'll never forget it.”

With her hands softly fondling my balls and her dainty pouting little mouth sliding up and down on my tool while her tongue caressed the superbly sensitive head of my cock, I couldn't hold out any longer. The sex-pressure in my loins surged to a divine crescendo and my thick spasmed out in continuous spurts.

I could see the alarm on the child's face as she first recognized that I was going off in her mouth. She obviously hated the taste of the viscous fluid but dared not disobey my specific instructions about swallowing the injection she was receiving. I saw her start to choke and gag as I rammed my jetting weapon deep into her throat, but my hands on her head prevented the loss of even one stroke of her lips on my spouting tool. Tears formed in her eyes at what she was enduring, but I kept her slavishly at her foul duties so as not to lose one second of the exquisite sensations she was providing for me.

As this salvo of semen waned and I kept her occupied with sucking and licking and swallowing every drop that I had ejaculated into her childish mouth, I rejoiced deep in my soul, for I had managed to bring to reality one of the fondest dreams of my life. I had forced an innocent little girl, immature, unripe, and nowhere near even ten years old, to suck me off and swallow a huge dose of my gism. And still better and wilder things were still to come when I could use and abuse her plump childish body to satisfy my perverted and bizarre sex urges, even though achieving my pleasures meant sentencing her to a veritable hell of torture and degradation. By the time I was through with her, Susie's mind and body would both be so distorted and wounded that she would never recover any ability to enjoy or even endure normal sexual love. The fact that she was so young and so unprepared in body and mind to indulge in sexual activities of any sort, was part of the perverse charm and excitement which abusing her gave me. In every sense she was my abject slave, and my power over her was absolute, so that whether she was even alive when I had worked my will upon her was a matter only I need decide.

At last I released her head from its position of oral rape between my legs, and the child sank back onto the floor and lay there, gasping for breath and horrified at what she had been forced to do. I lewdly nudged her in the bare crotch with my toe and she winced at the pain and indignity of my vile attack. She stared up at me with fear and loathing occasionally glancing over to where John was still torturing the trussed nun's cunt with the candle which was still inserted between her tightly clenched thighs. Now little Susie was beginning to realize what was in store for her, and to suspect that she, too would be tormented between her legs as the symbolized nun was now enduring.

John and I had now finished with our dinners, and had our off-beat appetites whetted by our preliminary activities. But from here on, each of us would have nothing to share in the way of mutual interests. At his suggestion, I left him with his victim in the small dining-room, and went with my weeping child-mate to a nearby room for the remainder of the orgy I was planning.

As we prepared to leave the dining-room, I gave the child her orders. “From now on, Susie, you are to be playing with or sucking my prick at all times. If my later commands prevent this, you are to have your pussy or your bottom where I can reach them and amuse myself with them all the time.” I had picked a short flexible whip from a hook on the wall, and I used this to emphasize my words. “Now stand up and bend over in front of me, and suck my cock into your mouth. Keep sucking me like that while we walk to the room where I'll show you some more things you have to do for me. Any time I am not satisfied with what you are doing, I'll let you know like THIS!” And I brought the lash down across her out-thrust bottom with a whistling blow that left a red welt down the center of one chubby ass-cheek.

She winced and whimpered at the pain of the blow but kept my limp dickey sucked into her dainty little mouth as ordered. In this way, with her bent over before me and walking backward as I directed, we progressed out to the hall and into the adjoining room which John said had been prepared for us. I tickled her protruding bottom with the limp leather lashes as a continuous reminder that she had to obey or suffer certain consequences.

Once in the room where I was to enjoy exotic privilege of sexually abusing little Susie in any way that I desired, I looked around to see what equipment had been provided. There was a broad bed with sturdy posts at each corner, which I was going to use presently. There was a heavy table with a padded top in a corner of the room. And there were a number of strong heavy hooks in the ceiling and one wall, whose use I could easily imagine. I looked into the drawers of a large bureau in one corner, and found a most satisfying collection of instruments, including many kinds of hand-cuffs, several types of whips, numerous dildoes, and many lengths of thin strong rope with which to truss my tiny victim into any obscene pose that struck my fancy. In a closet I found many types of belts and straps, and several poles and spreaders in case my whim would be pleased by that type of bondage.

But the most welcome thing that I found was a sign fastened beside the telephone. It read. “If you desire some instrument or piece of equipment which is not provided here, please call for Room Service and describe your needs. We may be able to supply you immediately or suggest a substitute apparatus which we may have in stock. Our aim is your complete enjoyment of your time here at The Club.”

There was no doubt in my mind as to what I wanted to do to my little child-victim, but I wanted to figure out all the details so that my carnal abuse of her unripe body would give me the most thrills. This meant in general that she had to be made to suffer the most horrible humiliations as well as the most painful rapes. And it had to build up to a final climax of agony and sex.

She was still bending over and sucking my half-flaccid prick while I wandered around the room and crystallized my plans for her torment and rape. I could see that she was becoming more and more alarmed at what she saw and what she feared for her future, and this excited me even more.

Now I made her stand up on the table in front of me, so I could see her tight little cunt-slit and her cute little round bottom as she turned before me, her crotch all bare at my eye-level. I had her spread her softly firm little thighs and pressed my hand up between them to feel all her little charms. Holding her thus, but with no attempt to penetrate either her ass or her cunt, I had her remove the rest of her costume. Now she was all naked, save for her little black shoes and white ankle-sox.

Holding her steady by my fingers on her crotch, I felt with my other hand around on her uniformed little chest. She was whimpering continuously now and would have tried to evade my lewd maulings, except for fear of another beating and my grip between her legs. With thumb and fingers I tweaked the tiny pink nubbins that ten years from now might flourish into lovely feminine breasts, but which now were hardly discernable as rudimentary nipples. When I pinched these vestigial buds, she cried at the pain and the offense, but dared not struggle to avoid my obscene attentions.

Next I made her bend way over, facing away from me, so that the pink button on her ass was exposed between the firm rounded cheeks of her buttocks. She jumped when I touched this little target but held still when I threatened her by dragging my ever-present whip across her back. Having examined the site of my next rape of her bodily orifices, I had her get down and stand on the floor leaning forward across the padded top of the table. With lengths of the cord I had found, I bound her ankles very widespread to the table-legs, straining her legs so far apart that she cried from the strain in her hips and pelvis. Next I passed a belt tightly around her plump little waist and then pulled back on her long blonde pony-tail, fastening it with cord to the belt around her middle so that her head was arched backward and held painfully tight. My point in doing this was so that her face would be free and I could hear her screams of agony when her body was bound down to the surface of the table.

To make up for the fact that she was much too young to have any breasts for me to torment, I got two safety pins from the bureau. I made her watch while I forced one of the pins through the dainty little pink nubbin which was all the nipple she had, and then locked the catch. When I performed the same perforation on the other nipple, to the lyric accompaniment of her piercing screams of agony, I was well on my way to her terrible and painful ordeal. I pressed her body down onto the table-top and heard her shrieks renewed as the pins were ground against her chest, torturing her undeveloped tissues by the pressure and motion.

Now her wrists were fastened with strong cords across the table and down to the legs, assuring that she could only move enough to torment her own chest, but with no chance to escape or evade my coming attack. Her cutely rounded ass stuck out from the edge of the table, its cheeks partly separated by the wide spreading of her thighs. Jokingly, I gave her a slight goose with my finger, and rejoiced when she jerked and struggled in response, for this gave her more torment where her pin-pierced little nipples were pressed against, the table.

All these preparations had so excited me that my cock was again fully hard and ready to go, but I wanted to draw out the experience and savor its full sensuality. With one hand diddling her puckered anus, I stepped up beside her and said, “Susie, you remember how big the thing was that you had to suck for me?” She nodded slightly despite the backward drag of her tied pony-tail. “Well, Susie, I'm going to shove that same big cock right up your bottom. Do you think you'll like that? Tell me what you think of that idea. Maybe you can convince me that I shouldn't do it to you, even though I want to very much.”

“Oooooh. Mister. You couldn't do anything like that to me. It would hurt me terribly and it might split me wide open down there and kill me. I'm doing everything you told me to, so why are you going to hurt me like that? Please don't hurt me any more. I'm trying to obey you and do everything you like, but those pins in my chest are awful, and now you're going to rip me apart in my bottom.”

“Keep talking Susie.” I told her as I walked around behind her again and began fingering and fondling her bottom and her ass-hole some more. She writhed under my lewd caresses, and I had the satisfaction of knowing that every movement tortured her widely tensioned hips and her undeveloped nipples. I wet the tip of one finger with some spit and worked the finger around and slightly into her obviously virgin and extremely tight little bottom-hole. She struggled and screamed and pleaded volubly all the time but I kept at it until I had my finger buried in her ass for an inch or so. Without this preliminary reaming, I knew that her sphincter would have been much too tight for me to force my much larger cock in, and I enjoyed toying with her and teasing her with these petty torments.

Now I squatted down behind her so that I could watch in every exquisite detail what I was doing. Her pert young buttocks were spread so that I could see all the way to the bottom of her delightful little ass-groove and watch her ass-hole squirm and clench and push against my finger. It seemed to have a life all its own, and to react and protest to my probings and goosings with its own pink personal anger. Below was the firm groove of her little-girl's pussy but I ignored that for the present, concentrating this episode on her chubby ass and the delights to be found between those perky round hemispheres.

Having manually and visually investigated all the charms of her tiny bottom, I now stood up and presented the huge purple tip of my cock between those obscenely flaunted globes. With my hands grasping Susie's tautly bound hips to assure me a good firm approach, I poked around her exposed ass with my rigid pecker and enjoyed her painful attempts to evade my threatening attack. She was wailing and pleading with me to stop tormenting her, but this just raised my passions even more and urged me on to deflower this second of her three body holes with my throbbing rod.

When I could stand this tantalizing ecstasy no longer I moistened the end of my rampaging cock with some more spit and pressed it firmly in against the target of her puckered and clenched anus. She pushed and screamed and fought and struggled and begged, but all to no avail. Slowly and with relentless power I drove against her, and I could feel her defenses gradually fail. The grip on my prick was superbly tight, but so slowly that I was teasing myself, I felt my virile lance entering her untried nook. At the crucial moment, when I knew that victory was almost mine, I gave a heaving thrust and drove my cock full-deep into her ass, to an accompaniment of shrieks and screams that were sheer ecstasy to my tensed senses.

I held my position, buried to the balls within her tiny childish virgin bottom and relished her struggles and heavings and thrashings around under the agony of my distending penetration. “What need for me to bugger her when her own pain-wrecked movements were giving me such wonderful thrills? Her back-bent head was straining against the halter of her tied pony-tail and her skewered nipples were tracing intricate patterns of blood and agony on the table top beneath her body. Her screams and wails were superb and exciting music to my perverted ears as I just held still and enjoyed what her torture was doing for me.

Finally her struggles waned and I began to withdraw my weapon from its deep embodiment within her bowels. It came out of her split and tormented anus much easier than it had gone in, and my glance down showed that the exit was being partially lubricated by blood from the ripped tissues of her little bottom. A crimson film coated the shaft of my stiffly projecting prick, and I could see the pulsing grip of her stretched and tortured ass around the intruding member which had desecrated it.

I pulled out until I could feel the tensing ring of her violated anal sphincter gripping my cock just below the tumesced head. The moist hot lining of her little rectum was providing exquisite sensations to my cock, even though not gripping it quite so tight as the sphincter valve did. Now I thrust forward into her fundus again, savoring the superb thrills and enjoying the harrowing screams forced from my tiny victim. With my hands on her firm little hips, I could feel her whole childish body quivering with agony as her tender tissues and sensitive flesh were burst and rendered by my foul penetration and attack.

Soon I was pumping in and out of her agonized bottom with a slow but exquisitely thrilling rhythm, and a slow dripping of blood began to accumulate on the floor beneath her violated and cruelly stretched little asshole. Stroke after stroke I drove into her tortured bottom, each one pumping my passions up closer to explosive pressure by a combination of physical excitement and psychological reward from watching and hearing the torture she was being made to suffer for my pleasure. Her shrieks kept time to my surging thrusts which abraded her anus and threatened to disembowel her tiny body, so unripe for sex of any sort.

Now to vary my enjoyment by varying her torment, I reached beneath her chest and grabbed the safety pins which pierced her tiny nipples. By holding these torture instruments still, every move which she made under the brutal buggering which I was giving her ass, gave her increased agony by dragging against the pierced tissues of her chest. Soon my hands as well as my cock were slippery with her blood which was being offered in sacrifice to my abnormal urges which only an innocent child's sexual sufferings could satisfy fully and completely.

Leaning over her strained and tortured body this way, my perverted senses thrilled tactually, visibly, and sexually, I pumped with ever-increasing vigor in and out of her horribly ripped and strained asshole. Her screams were becoming insane and hysterical as my inflictions approached her ability to endure. I didn't want her to faint away into unconsciousness and deprive me of enjoying her agonies just at the time when my own senses were at their most acute, but I knew that if I could keep increasing her torture she would be prevented from swooning into oblivion and in this way I could keep her conscious and suffering horribly until I had sated my perverse appetites upon her defenseless body.

Now my fervid fiendish fingers set to work in earnest upon her whole body, pinching and twisting and pressing every possible area to so torment her with a thousand injuries that she could not faint away and rob me of my soon approaching moments of utmost ecstasy. To be buggering a lifeless and insensitive body was as nothing when compared with the thrill of ramming my huge tool in and out of a young child whose whole being was a consummate symphony of agony vibrating under my wholesale torments. Her writhings must be at their wildest, her screams at their shrillest, and her agony at its utmost at the time when my pistoning cock shot its scalding gism deep into her split and mutilated asshole. My fingernails gouged into her tensed plump buttocks. They pinched into her full round little thighs, leaving bloody pits when I released the tender flesh. I grabbed whole handfuls of the soft skin over her ribs and tried to crush it to an amorphous pulp within my hands. The tender skin under her childish armpits felt my questing pinching grinding touch and showed deep purple bruises when my hands left to find newer areas to torment. Finally I grabbed the safety-pins which pierced her infantile nipples and I heaved and surged on these torture instruments, trying to drag them tearing though the supersensitive tissues that enclosed them. Blood flowed freely on my hands as they sought to increase the torture which little Susie could endure.

All this time my huge stiff cock had been driving in and out of her stretched bum-hole, each stroke splitting and agonizing her a little more in this heinous sadistic pederasty upon an innocent helpless little girl whose delightfully childish charms I was defiling in every possible way. The agony was too great to allow her to faint, for each new assault revived her faltering senses and gave her that much more to endure. A slow but continuous stream of blood was now running from my balls onto the floor, a crimson river with its source in the ruptured tissues of little Susie's terribly lacerated and expanded bottom. My feet were sliding in this puddle of gore, and only my firm grip on her body and the deep insertion of my cock within her bowels prevent my losing my position of advantage.

The tautly jouncing cheeks of her cute little-girl's ass, so soft and pink and cute where my pinches had not defiled their smoothly rounded surfaces were sheer poetry to my passion-maddened eyes, and the exquisite daintiness of her whole little body seemed to take on a special perverted radiance under my lecherous and lascivious stares. The idea that I was actually performing the obscene and abnormal acts of which I had only dared dream for so long, was the final stimulus that sent my simmering loins into repeating spasms of orgiastic spending.

I could feel each separate jet of seminal mucous as it flashed along the rigid length of my buried cock to inundate the torn and abraded lining of the child's rectum. The superhuman waves of ecstasy radiated out from my pulsing prick to flow in mounting surges of delirium throughout my whole tense pumping body. It truly seemed as if my immortal soul was drowning under this cascade of sexual ecstasy which was so intense that I both hoped and feared that it would never end. Such intense sensory stimulation, no matter how superb and divine, enervates the whole body quickly, and I soon found myself on the borderline of sanity in the throes of this superb orgasm.

As I felt the last of my ejaculation sucked from my impassioned groin by the satanic power of my own reaction to this bizarre situation, I knew that no matter what the price Susie had had to pay for my ecstasy, it had been worth it to me. Such an experience rarely comes to any man during a lifetime, and this episode would be a major milestone by which all other sensual events of my life would be judged. After a final few feeble drives of my weakening cock into the child's bowels, I let myself relax upon her bound and helpless form until I could pull myself together enough, both physically and emotionally to get disengaged from her helpless and victimized body. Only then did I realize that she, too, had overstepped her powers of endurance, and was lying totally unconscious beneath me, as inert as a corpse.

I stood up and struggled to get free of her, for in spite of the superb orgasm I had just experienced, I knew that for this orgy to be complete, I still had to deflower and brutally rape her tiny childish cunt. And I had to commit this horrible crime against Nature and all decency upon a living suffering child, not on a dead cadaver. Through her back, my hands could feel the rapid thumping of her heart as it struggled to keep her alive despite all the tortures I had inflicted upon her helpless innocence, so I knew that, although deeply unconscious, she was still alive.

But when I tried to drag my now flaccid cock from the depths of her ass, I found that her body had rebelled and was taking its revenge in a way I would never before have suspected. The stretched and torn circular muscles of her little anus had been thrown into rigid spasm, and now formed a steel-hard ring through which I could not withdraw the bulbous head of my cock. The harder I pulled to get away from my brutalized victim, the tighter those muscles reflexedly gripped my limply useless tool.

As firmly as little Susie was bound to her torture table, just so firmly was I held there too, and until her terribly traumatized asshole relaxed, I had no chance of escaping from her unconscious but powerful embrace. By straining down to one side and then the other, I managed to untie her ankles where they had been wide-trussed to the table-legs. Then I edged both our bodies around the table until I could reach where her little wrists had been bound out across to render her helpless. Finally I unpinned the catches of the safety-pins which had torn and agonized her unformed little nipples, so that she was completely unbound although she and I were still tightly connected in the most obscene manner imaginable where her tortured anus gripped my imprisoned cock.

I carried her limp and senseless body before me over to the nearby bed, and laid us both on it. Periodic sobs racked her little frame and her hands and feet moved spasmodically as she gradually started to regain consciousness and the ability to feel her tortures again. She was whimpering and sobbing with every breath by the time I saw her eyelids flicker, as a sign that she was coming to.

So terrible had been the damage to her bottom that she could not sense our continuing attachment as we lay side by side on the bed. She moved and writhed in her pain, and soon became aware of me next to her. As she remembered that I was the cause of all her torments, she tried to crawl away from my hated presence, but could not because my cock was still a sort of umbilical cord connecting us. One of her groping little childish hands discovered the problems, and she wailed even louder at this horrible bondage between us.

I tried to soothe her, for any violent actions on her part might seriously injure me by stretching or even uprooting my symbol of masculinity. At last I was able to convince her that our present juxtaposition was not my idea or even under my control. We lay there resting on our sides from all our exertions and ordeals, and so utter was our exhaustion that we must have fallen into a deep slumber, torturer and victim, wolf and lamb, cat and mouse, together on the bed, her spasmed anus still gripping my sagging cock and unwilling to release it.

I have no idea of how long we dozed there in our seemingly intimate and loving embrace, but I do know that when I slowly awakened some time later, my cock had slipped from her clenched asshole, and she was nestling within my encircling arms as though seeking protection from any further agonies.