The Club, Vol 1 and 2

VOLUME II

As I began to regain my composure after the wild and exciting physical and emotional experiences of the last few hours. I realized that I would need at least a short rest before I would be ready to follow through and carry out the third rape on my eight-year-old victim, Susie. I sat up dazedly on the edge of the bed and started to pull myself together after the harrowing activities I had engaged in since my arrival here at The Club.

My attention naturally turned to little Susie who was moaning and sobbing in agony beside me, her tiny immature body quivering with pain and horror. Blood still oozed from her torn little nipples where the safety pins had punctured and ripped her sensitive tissues, and from her bottom where her anal sphincter had been split and torn by the violations of my buggering huge cock. Most of the rest of her body was covered with purple bruises and contusions where my fingers and nails had tortured her as the final phase of the ordeal to which I had subjected her.

It was obvious that she needed professional care for her wounds if she were to recover soon enough to be worthwhile raping in the near future. Without such expert medical care, I would have almost an hysterical corpse to deal with for a long time to come. The sign beside the telephone had said to call for help if I needed it, so I decided to do so.

When I explained that I needed a doctor's assistance to speed the convalescence of my little-girl victim, a calm voice assured me that such help would be provided immediately. Within five minutes there was a knock on the door to my private torture-chamber and rape-room, and I admitted two very odd characters. In any environment other than The Club, I would have been even more surprised than I was, but it shook me a little as a beautiful and lushly formed young lady of about twenty-five and a young boy of about ten were the arrivals to answer my call for medical assistance.

The young woman was clad only in the briefest imaginable Bikini-type two-piece swim-suit of gleaming black satin which contrasted delightfully with her creamy-white skin. Her long black hair hung in loose waxes down to her shoulders, and her only other article of clothing consisted of black patent-leather pumps with very high stilt-like heels. From one hand dangled the stethoscope characteristic of young doctors on an emergency call, and in her other hand was the black professional bag of instruments and medicines which every doctor carries on house-calls.

“I am Dr. Loriano. The office said there was a patient here who needs some fixing up for a quick recovery.” the exotic and gorgeous young woman introduced herself. “And this is my assistant. Teddy, who is very effective in many ways, including most nursing chores on my patients.”

Only then did the incongruity of this pair really sink into my consciousness, for I was still reeling from the impact of what I had experienced in having my wildest dreams and most perverted fantasies come to life here at The Club. As I said, Teddy was probably about ten years old, a guess which I could verify convincingly by looking at both his face and his body, for he was completely naked. His unclothed condition did not seem to bother him or Dr. Loriano at all, and whenever he was not actively following her professional instructions dealing with her patients, he was gazing up into her beautiful face with obvious adoration that bordered on an almost holy awe and veneration.

Teddy's body had the usual half-formed appearance of most boys just before adolescence. His shoulders had started to broaden and he had lost most of the baby-fat of early childhood, but his muscles were not clearly defined beneath his skin and his body was completely hairless except for a shock of dark-brown hair on his head, cut fairly short, but showing a tendency toward curliness. He had full sensuous lips around a generous mouth, and his wide-spaced eyes were deepset with long curling lashes which gave him a delicate prettiness.

But the most startling part of his appearance was that his hairless pre-adolescent cock stuck out stiffly in front of his bare belly in what seemed to be a permanent state of erection and sexual excitement. A second glance showed that around the base of his stiff little prick he wore a gold ring, similar in size and design to a wedding-band. When the lovely and exciting Dr. Loriano saw my interest in her young assistant and his bizarre item of decoration, she smiled slightly and explained. “For all that he is so young and immature, Teddy has gained a lot of knowledge and experience in things that most young boys, and even most adults, know very little about. He has seen and indulged in just about every kind of sexual activity imaginable, and is impatiently waiting for the day when he will be able to assume the full duties and privileges of a real man. In the meanwhile he has developed a strong feeling of love and admiration for me, and enjoys helping me in my professional duties. He would like very much to marry me and enjoy all the privileges of being my husband, but that is obviously impractical now, so he wears a symbolic wedding-ring on his not yet fully developed penis. This not only shows the type of love he feels for me, but also reminds him and every one who sees him how he feels about me. He also hopes that by keeping his cock continually tumesced now, that when he grows into complete manhood, he will have a sexual weapon of truly heroic proportions to amuse me with. And even though he cannot perform all the functions of a man, he enjoys all kinds of sexual activity, not only for its present minor thrills, but also as practice and preparation for his approaching virile manhood. His sexual appetites are omnivorous, and I can recommend him highly to you if some time you would like to have him show you the extent of his abilities.”

She paused at the end of this bizarre introduction, and Teddy stood beside her, proudly stroking his stiffly protruding penis with one hand while he patted and caressed her delightful and pertly rounded buttocks covered only by the thin layer of black satin. He did not pay much attention to me or to the sobbing figure of little Susie on the bed, but gazed adoringly up into his goddess's lovely face as though continually seeking her approval for his attentions.

“But now let me take a look at the patient here, so we can try to get her in shape for your next assault.” said the exotic doctor, sitting down on the edge of the bed and beginning to examine little Susie. “I gather you have made use of her mouth and her anus up till now, so I won't have to do any repairs on her vulga or vagina. I'll just treat her bottom, and clear up the bruises on her skin, and she should be in pretty good shape in a matter of hours. For your greatest pleasure, I think you should not try to rape her cunt till tomorrow, so she'll be recovered enough to really appreciate what you'll be doing to her. In the meanwhile Teddy can be massaging her skin-wounds with this healing salve to speed up her recovery, and also working the same therapeutic unguent into her torn and lacerated bottom-hole so that the hemorrhage will be controlled and healing expedited. The bruises on her wrists and ankles from her fighting against her bondage will also be treated.”

Dr. Loriano stood up, revealing again the terrific build with which Nature had endowed her and which she delighted to reveal at every opportunity in minimal costumes. She gave Teddy a tube of the healing salve, and instructions on using it on little Susie. Then the exotic doctor gave me a charming smile of farewell and said, “I think everything is under control here now. I'll stop in and see the patient again in a few hours, but now I must go treat the girl whom your friend John Murphy has been torturing to relieve his deep fear and hate of all things religious. It will take a lot of expert surgery to save her life and restore her to sexually usable condition again after what he has done to her. Get him to tell you about it sometime, if you are interested. For yourself, I suggest that even if you have never considered trying anything in the homosexual line, you let Teddy show you his abilities when he is not busy treating Susie. I think you might enjoy it, at least as something different. By tomorrow your little girl victim ought to be ready for your more conventional assault on her tiny pussy, and then I can come back again to fix her up and do all the necessary repairs she will need. Good bye, — and have fun. That's what The Club is for, especially for those of us whose ideas of fun are not accepted by the dull conservative people who make the rules on the outside.”

With a charming smile and a gay wink, Dr. Loriano left us, and I turned my attention back to ten-year-old Teddy who was busily massaging little Susie's pinched thighs and buttocks and hips with the healing salve. He also rubbed it into her split bottom and it seemed to soothe her torn tissues as well as speed up the recovery processes.

“What is your name, Sir?” he asked me, while still energetically doing his duties.

“My friends just call me George.” I told him, wondering why he should be interested, since the idea of indulging in sex with males of any age had never interested me.

“Well, I'll call you Mr. George, and I hope we will become good friends if you become a steady member here at The Club,” he told me seriously, his hands still busy on Susie's tiny body as she seemed to be comforted and relaxed by the medication and his treatment. “As Dr. Sylvia told you, I am desperately in love with her, and I'm trying to learn as much as I possibly can about every kind of sex, so that when I am old enough to marry her I will be able to give her every possible kind of pleasure. I'll enjoy it, too, of course, but I want to be able to do the absolute best for her.”

“That's nice, Teddy.” I assured him, not knowing just how to take his confidences. “She seems to appreciate your efforts to become the perfect lover.”

“Yes, she does. And even now she lets me practice with her in some things,” he continued eagerly, his face slight with enthusiasm and his little prick sticking out as firm proof of his statements. “And I'm sure that wearing this wedding-ring on my penis to keep it hard all the time is making it grow thicker and longer even now, so that when I become a man I'll be able to satisfy her wonderfully.”

“What do you do for her now, if you don't mind my asking? She certainly is a beautiful young woman.” I asked, my curiosity aroused by his naive simplicity on matters which most people hide most secretively.

“Well, I live with her in her apartment here at The Club.” he said proudly. “And I dress and bathe and massage her, and put on her make-up, and do her hair, and take care of her laundry. Everything like that. And then at night when she is in the mood, she lets me play with her beautiful breasts and suck her nipples to make them big. And then she lets me shave her pussy every couple of days whenever it's necessary to keep it smooth and soft. And then she sometimes lets me lick and suck her wonderful pussy. I'm learning to do that very well, and I can get her to have an orgasm and come in my mouth almost every time now. She likes that, and so do I.”

“I can imagine she does.” was all I could manage to say in response to these startling revelations. Then my glance darted down to his rigidly out-thrust little cock, and he noted my interest.

“And sometimes she even lets me pretend to have intercourse with her,” he boasted, sticking his firm little rod out to show its size to best advantage. “My penis is not very tight in her vagina, but I've learned how to wiggle it around and stimulate her cunny-lips and her clitty, and she says that I'm nearly as good as a real man already. And once she let me stick my penis up into her bottom-hole. She said that I wasn't big enough to hurt her there, but that my doing that felt very good, especially if I reached around and used my hands to play with her hot pussy.”

“You certainly are learning to be a good lover.” I told this ten-year-old little boy, who took these fantastic experiences almost as the normal way of things. “And Dr. Loriano said you were learning all about every possible kind of sex-act. You must see a lot of unusual things while helping her in her professional duties here at The Club.”

“Yes, Mr. George, I guess I've seen pretty nearly everything, one way or another. And tried most of them myself, too.” Then his eyes dropped and he started to blush in the first evidence of shyness I'd seen from him. “If you could go take a shower and then come back, I'd be nearly finished with the first part of my treatment with your little girl, and then I could show you, maybe, some of the other things I've learned. You would be interested, I'm sure and you might like them.”

I was surprised at this outright proposition from the boy, even though Dr. Loriano's earlier remarks should have fore-warned me.

At first I was ready to refuse him, but then I thought that since I was in the activities of The Club so far, already, I might as well go all the way and try everything in the way of bizarre entertainment that the fabulous institution could offer. “That sounds like a fine idea, Teddy. I'll go get cleaned up and when I come back. I'll be delighted to have you show me some of the things you've learned. I'm afraid you won't be able to learn much from me that will help you be a better lover for your future bride, but I know I'll enjoy having you show me some of your tricks.”

About half an hour later I was back in my room, and Teddy was just washing his hands clean of the salves he had been rubbing onto Susie's little body. From the sedatives which Dr. Loriano had given her, Susie was sound asleep and well on the road to temporary recovery from the ordeal which she had suffered from me earlier this evening. Her breathing was slow and peaceful as she regained her strength in order to be ready for the next sex-torment session I planned for her.

An attendant in the shower-room had taken my clothes to have them cleaned and pressed in readiness for when I should want to leave, so that as I came into the room with Teddy, I was only wearing a big bath-towel draped around my waist. The boy, as usual, was completely naked, except for the gold band around his rigid prick.

“You got back just at the right time, Mr. George.” he assured me smiling. “Now, with your permission, I'd like to show you some tricks I've learned, that I think you'll enjoy. I'll move Susie's sleeping body up to the end of the bed, so we'll have plenty of room to play.”

I was beginning to doubt my wisdom is agreeing to join this precocious boy in any homosexual games. Males of any age have never appealed to me, and my two recent ejaculations into Susie's mouth and ass had pretty well cooled my interest as well as drained my resources. But I couldn't very well back out now without admitting to being narrow-minded or senile, characteristics which were not welcome in members of The Club. Despite my mental and physical reservations, I had to go along or be labeled as unfit material for membership in this exclusive and bizarre group, a fate which I strongly wished to avoid. I was willing to do almost anything here, as well as pay their terrifically high fees, to enjoy the privileges which The Club offered me in the way of abusing little girls.

“You may feel sort of funny at first, with me as a partner, rather than some woman or girl.” said Teddy, just as though he could read my mind. “But if you relax and just enjoy the sensations you'll get, I'm sure we'll make out all right. Now, just lie down across the bed here, and let me have your towel.”

I did as he suggested, even though my twice-drained cock was completely soft and flaccid, and I felt no sexual urges at all. The least I could do was give this weirdly talented boy a chance to prove his mettle.

He knelt down beside the bed and spread my legs so that he could crouch between them where my hips were near the edge. In a soft, almost femininely seductive voice he murmured, “Just look up at the ceiling and close your eyes if you feel like it. Forget who I am and who you are. Just make your mind a blank so that you will be able to receive the sensations and thrills without prejudice or antagonism. Just enjoy what you will feel and let Nature take its course.”

While he was speaking, his hands had been gently stroking the insides of my thighs, gradually sneaking up from my knees toward my crotch. He raised my knee and placed my feet on the bed so that my legs were flexed and spread in the classic position of a woman being screwed by a man. This idea occurred to me and at first it dampened by already cool ardour, but then I realized that in a sense I was the passive or female member of this pair, and that it was completely fitting that I should be in this pose.

His hands were now gently dallying around the tops of my thighs, around my ass-cheeks, and around my bent hips, but he had made no attempt to touch my cock or scrotum. With my eyes half-closed and my mind a sort of dreamy blank, I was trying to achieve the receptive passive state which he had suggested, and was at least partially succeeding. My cock had no sensation of stiffening into aggressive urgent hardness, but the sensations were very pleasant in an unexpected and unusual way. Unconsciously I glanced down to where Teddy was occupied with entertaining me, and saw that his head was covered with my towel so that I would not be disturbed by seeing a boy doing what a girl should be doing.

His deft ringers were now playing lightly around the sensitive perineal area below my scrotum and daintily teasing the outer rim of my asshole in a way that tantalized and pleased without actually stimulating. I was aware that he had not yet touched my genitals and was wondering how he expected to arouse a sexually exhausted man indirectly, when I felt a soft warmth enveloping my whole cock and balls.

I could not imagine what he was doing, but it felt good so I just lay there and let the nice feeling run over me like a soothing but exhilarating shower. Light fingers still toyed playfully around my whole bottom and hips, while the engulfing warmth on my prick and scrotum began to move and squirm and fluctuate in a most stimulating manner. I could not distinguish any discrete motions or identify the source of the feelings, but I did know that it was just the type of gentle and undemanding sensation that was most welcome to me in my present state of sexual exhaustion. The soft caressing thrills were all being provided for me, and I did not have to reciprocate or even respond by any thoughts or actions. I could just lie there and soak up the nice feelings as they were provided to me.

I don't really know how long I lay there enjoying my new role of passive recipient in this exotic sex-play, but eventually there came a time when I could feel my cock beginning to harden in response to the glorious stimuli in which it had been bathing for so long. Now my curiosity could stand it no longer, and I looked down, removing the towel which still concealed my whole hip region.

Teddy had my still semi-flaccid cock and my relaxed scrotum all engulfed in his mouth, and the gentle chewing of his jaws and lips, and the subtle weaving of his tongue within his full-packed mouth were providing the delightful sensations I had been enjoying. As my cock gradually and slowly enlarged and stiffened under his tender ministrations, his hot wet mouth became a tighter and tighter case in which my tool and ball-bag were contained, which meant that the compression and excitement increased proportionately.

We both knew that long before I could achieve a full stiff cock-stand, he would not be able to maintain his bizarre and stimulating enclosure of all my sexual equipment, but he was going to hang on as long and as he could without taking any chances on hurting or even worrying me. Now I saw one of his hands sneak out to the jar of soothing lotion he had been using on Susie's abused flesh, and I wondered what he had in mind next. He noticed that I was watching him, and he signalled me to lie back and let him do his job without my supervision. I had complete faith in his judgement as well as his ability, after what I had already seen, so I relaxed and lay staring dreamily at the ceiling, completely passive and accepting.

His fingers were now caressing and massaging my asshole more actively, and I realized that he was using the salve as a lubricant to make his attentions smoother and more sensually slippery. I had never realized it before but under the proper circumstances and under appropriate stimulation, a man's asshole region can be a very real source of pleasant sensations for him. A crude violent goosing, of course, is an angering and degrading attack, but in the way that Teddy was serving me, his attentions were most interesting, exciting, and welcome.

Presently the time arrived when we both realized that my erection had become too long and stiff for him to hold it and my scrotum all within the hot moist squirming confines of his mouth. He sucked very hard on me for a second, and the sudden suction engorged my organ even further and most delightfully, dragging the supersensitive end of my awakening masculinity well down into his hot tight-gripping throat. Then he just as suddenly released my cock from his overstuffed mouth, and it sprang free and rigidly vertical before his face. A quick glance down showed me that his caresses had been superlatively effective in arousing me from my previous sexlessness, for I was as firmly erect as if I had enjoyed no relief for weeks.

I had expected a sort of let-down when his mouth was no longer stimulating my prick, but I now realized that this wonderfully adept and imaginative expert at all forms of sexual excitation, was still practicing his exotic tricks on me, almost without my realizing it. My cock was standing nakedly alone and erect, but thrilling sensations were still pouring into me and I analyzed his present method.

His mouth still contained my scrotum and balls, and within this warm wet cavity, his tongue was writhing and fluttering in a way that increased my excitement more than I would have dreamed possible. Any man is normally very jumpy and wary at having his balls fooled with. They are too valuable to him and he instinctively hates to be at the mercy of anyone toying with his family jewels. The slightest mistake or intentional violence can be extremely dangerous as well as exquisitely painful. But so great had my confidence in Teddy become that I felt no uneasiness at his holding my testicles in his mouth, a position that put me completely at his mercy, for he could castrate me at any second without my being able to do anything to prevent it. And since he was a regular member of the staff of The Club, he could certainly arrange for his own protection against any revenge from me afterwards. But despite all these alarming thoughts which flashed through my mind, I just lay there and enjoyed the things which this bizarre boy was doing for me.

As I continued to sort out the causes of the nice feelings I was experiencing, even though my firm cock-stand was not being stimulated directly in any way, I suddenly realized that Teddy, in the moments that he had sucked in managed to insert one of his fingers into my greased anus. He had done it so gently and so expertly while my attention was directed elsewhere, that I had not even realized it until I began wondering what felt so good way down at the base of my stiffened cock, deep within my abdomen. Usually any real pressure on a man's prostate gland, which encircles the base of his cock inches within his pelvis, is extremely annoying if not actually painful. But Teddy's caresses were so gentle that they strongly excited and stimulated me, with all the intensity that a man feels just as his sex-pressure is building up almost to the point of ejaculation. I knew that I was still a long way from shooting the little remaining semen in my loins, but the feeling was just as intensely wonderful and emotionally poignant as if my orgasm was imminent. And it seemed that he could maintain this exquisite sensation for me almost indefinitely, as distinguished from the momentary thrill and immediate collapse of a normal male climax.

Another pleasant surprise was that he had so successfully lubricated and expanded my asshole that I could scarcely feel where his long slender finger penetrated that sensitive tight sphincter. The slight sensation which I did have was entirely pleasant, with none of the discomfort or annoyance of being goosed or otherwise violated.

Here I was, lying back on the bed, enjoying all the wonderful sensations of being sucked and fucked and jerked off, while actually my prick was not being touched in any way. It was a wholly bizarre and strangely delightful situation.

After several minutes of this exotic byplay, Teddy raised his face from my crotch and gravely asked, “How are you enjoying these things that I am trying on you, Mr. George?” He was so intent and serious that I had to go along with him, for he definitely had a genius for giving sexual pleasure to any partner. Dr. Sylvia Loriano would certainly be a lucky young woman when she married this ardent and accomplished sex-mate.

“You are really wonderful, Teddy,” I told him honestly. “You sure know what you're doing, and I'm enjoying every second of it. What are you going to try next?”

“I'm glad you like my ideas, sir,” he replied, “And I'd like to check with you before we go on any further. Is it all right if I ask you some very intimate questions?”

“Certainly, Teddy. Go right ahead and ask, and I'll try to give you straight answers,” I told him.

“Am I right in thinking, Mr. George, that you are not particularly interested in having normal sexual intercourse with grown up women, no matter how beautiful and attractive they are?” he asked shyly.

“That's more or less right,” I told him, amazed at his having so quickly and correctly discovered my weakness in this direction.

“And am I right in thinking that you would not like particularly to kiss any girl's pussy, no matter how much you liked her or how beautiful she was?” he asked.

Again he was right, but I could not imagine how he knew these things about me. I suppose that after you have seen all the things and done all the things that he had, you come to recognize patterns of behavior, without really knowing how you know them.

“Now a few more things, and I can go ahead to provide you with a wholly new and different type of thrill, Mr. George. I think that the sight of a beautiful young woman, pretty face and full firm breasts, is very exciting to you, even though you don't particularly want to screw her pussy with your cock. I also think that you are not especially excited by the prospect of homosexual activities with me, even though you have enjoyed what I have done for you up till now. I also think that you prefer to be standing more or less erect, on your feet while indulging in intercourse, rather than lying down on top of your partner. Am I right in all these assumptions?”

“You are absolutely right in every one of them,” I told him in amazement at his insight. “How can you figure out a tableau which will meet all these strange requirements and limitations?”

“If you'll just lie there on the bed for a few moments, I can arrange to satisfy every specification for you,” he assured me. With his finger still deep in my bottom stimulating my prostate gland softly and tantalizingly, Teddy reached over and got the telephone. I could not hear what he whispered into the instrument, and I did not try, for I was content to let him run the party, since he had already proved himself so effective at providing me with unexpected thrills.

Within seconds of the time he hung up the phone, the door opened and Dr. Sylvia Loriano entered, still carrying her doctor's satchel and clad in her Bikini suit of gleaming black satin and high-heeled patent-leather pumps.

“I see you have been sampling some of Teddy's sexual versatility as I suggested,” she greeted me, patting the boy's head affectionately. “And now he says he has an idea that we will all like. I'll go along with any idea he may have. Will you?”

“I sure will. He's already shown me things I would never have known without him, and I'll follow his lead all the way and be sure I'll enjoy it even more,” I told her enthusiastically. “What happens now, Teddy? Your students await your instructions.”

The boy smiled with deep satisfaction at our trust and admiration for his inspiration and ability. He spoke to Dr. Loriano lovingly. “Dr. Sylvia, my love. Please take off the panties of your little swim-suit and then climb up on the padded table there. Mr. George and I will be ready to join you by the time you're ready.”

Dr. Loriano started to follow his suggestion, and the boy got some of his lubricating salve from the tube slathered it liberally on my stiffly erect cock. As when he had used it to make my bottom slippery enough for his finger to enter easily. I noted that the healing ointment not only soothed my tissues, but also provided a mild warming stimulation that was most delightfully exciting.

Teddy now urged me to rise from where I had been lying on the bed, and leading me by my slippery erection he guided me till I was standing immediately before the padded table on which Dr. Loriano's beautiful form was expectantly kneeling. The boy quickly jumped up onto the table and lay down on his back, with his hips right at the edge nearest where I stood.

With one hand he led me toward him while he raised his spread legs, and aimed my greased out-thrust prick directly toward his exposed asshole. With his other hand, he guided the gloriously beautiful girl doctor's kneeling figure up till her dainty shaved cunny was directly over his own face. This brought Sylvia Loriano close to me, and we faced each other, less than a foot apart, one of us at each end of the supine torso of the boy who was such a fantastically artistic genius at unusual sex.

Our ten-year-old instructor now gave us our final directions as follows: “As soon as I stop talking I want Dr. Sylvia to let herself down so that I can lick and suck her beautiful cunny. I know that I will enjoy doing it, for it gives me a chance to be intimately close to the person I love most in the world, and I hope she will enjoy having her pussy kissed by her most ardent lover. Then I want Mr. George to push his lubricated hard-on into my bottom. Not only will he enjoy the sensation of screwing me as a boy while more or less pretending to himself that I am a little girl, but he will also have Dr. Sylvia's pretty face and lovely titties to play with and enjoy while he is getting his kicks out of my bottom. He will also find that my bottom is very well trained and that I can do tricks with it that he will find very exciting when the time comes. From here on I've done all I can, and it is up to you two to make beautiful music together with me. Push in, Mr. George, and sit down, Dr. Sylvia.”

Simultaneously we obeyed the fantastic commands of this precocious child, seeking through him the sexual satisfactions which we would possibly have enjoyed with each-other if we had been so-called normal people. We obviously were not normal people or neither of us would have been in The Club as either employee or guest, for this improbable and bizarre institution was devoted to satisfying the exotic and perverted appetites of people who could not be satisfied by normal sexual relationships. Both emotionally and physically anyone connected with The Club had goals which could not be achieved by socially-acceptable means.

Looking down I saw Teddy's lips and tongue reach up to lovingly taste and caress the soft shaved vulva of the lovely young woman doctor facing me within easy reach. At first his tongue gently licked the warm pink lips, which gradually separated under his lavage so that the moist inner surfaces were soon exposed to his questing loving tongue. Within a few minutes his whole face was adoringly buried in her pussy and she was softly moaning and writhing in ecstasy at his worshipping caresses wafted her toward a weird but sublime orgasm implemented by her childish adoring lover.

Meanwhile I followed the instructions of my juvenile teacher and pressed my well-greased stiff tool against the puckered but unprotesting target of his anus. It had evidently received such attentions before and he had no fear of my attack, for with a minimum of effort my rigidly erect cock was received within his rectum, eased into this deliciously tight and grasping haven by the stimulating lubrication of the salve he had applied.

Buried full-deep within the boy's loving bottom I found myself face to face and almost touching the wholly lovely and desirable Sylvia Loriano. Her exquisite face was slightly below but very close to mine, her alert and sensuous expression a true aphrodisiac for me under the circumstances. Her full pouting lips seemed to be asking for the admiring attention of a million kisses. Below, and just where my hands and eyes and mouth could best appreciate and savor them, her large full firm tip-tilted titties thrust out toward me as if begging for the attention they deserved. I was not fucking her so I had no need to fear her. I was not mentally or emotionally excited by the fact that I was engaging in pederasty with a mere child of a boy, sexually precocious though he might be, so I had nothing to be ashamed of there. By rationalizing and extrapolating my motives, I could fancy myself as indulging in the most nearly normal sex activity I had enjoyed in years, while actually indulging in a truly off-beat orgy of the most bizarre sort. Without my conscious effort, my hands went behind Sylvia's back and unfastened the shimmering black satin brassiere which was the only covering for her huge lush breasts. She undoubtedly had her own sick emotional problems, but her hands cupped beneath her breasts and she held them out high, offering them to me.

It would all have been beautiful and clean and normal, if she had not been writhing under the fervent cunt-lapping of a ten-year-old boy, and I had not been striving toward ejaculation in the experienced asshole of the same pre-adolescent male child.

Now I discovered the true ingenuity and craftsmanship of this boy. Without any effort on the part of either this educated, delectable young woman or myself, this veritable baby beneath us could provide the most exquisite sensations for both of us, binding us to him by unbreakable cords of passion.

His versatile tongue was quickly bringing Sylvia to an unspeakably superb climax, as he sucked and licked and diddled her vulva in a paroxysm of devoted cunt-lapping during which he enjoyed himself as much as she delighted in his perverse attentions. Experience as well as adoration schooled his mouthings as his devotion was ably demonstrated what ecstasy can be delivered to a passionate cunt by a learned and devout tongue. Up and down along the soft sensitive lips ran his lingual dildo. It vibrated around her erect clitoris till she nearly went crazy with excitement.

He sucked the hot wet folds of her pussy into his mouth to add suction to the other tactile stimuli. He thrust his long aggressive tongue deep into her vagina so that her whole pelvis could thrill from the expanded tube. He poured his heart and soul as well as his versatile body into an impassioned cunnilingus to please his living goddess.

For me he exerted an equal amount of effort and ingenuity. With my rigidly excited prick balls-deep in his non-virgin asshole, I had only to stand there to be thrilled as I had never dreamed possible before. Rhythmic contractions of his anal sphincter seemed to be milking my very soul out through my imbedded cock. Alternately he would bear down on his whole rectum, within which my prick was buried, and I could feel the exquisite pressure transmitted to my sensitized penis by the pseudo-expulsion, which was immediately followed by an equally imperative suction. With no real motion between our bodies, I was being as effectively fucked and sucked as if an awesome team of nymphomaniacs were working in concert on me.

And then I kissed her lovely pouting mouth. My arms enveloped her superb body, and our lips were joined in a preliminary gesture of mounting passion. As our searching mouths were welded together, our tongues penetrated and struck sparks from the other's senses. To my surprise, her arms and hands did not even attempt to clasp me as evidence of mutual passion. As her firm high breasts were crushed against me, her hands dropped to where they could stroke and rub the perpetual erection which Teddy kept as a monument to his total devotion to her beauty. In a way this was her bizarre tribute to his hopeless adoration, for only in this way could she give physical repayment for his complete carnal worship.

With our mouths sealed by mutually clenching teeth and searching vibrant tongues, my hands dropped by automatic reflex to her superb coral-tipped titties. I felt and kneaded and squeezed them with a violence that under other conditions would have been brutally sadistic for me and terrible torture for her, but which now showed only our vicariously stimulated mounting passion.

As all our emotional reactions rocketed toward Nirvana, Sylvia and I contributed out instinctive rhythmic motions to the experienced stimuli which Teddy had been providing for us. With no conscious thought or effort I found myself pumping my huge stiff weapon in and out of the boy's hot firm asshole, as the perverse thrills urged me on toward climax and fulfillment with these bizarre playmates. Even as I stroked within his well-trained ass, I could feel the varying constrictions which provided the truly superb and different sensations of buggering this ardent and passion-driven child.

The exotic and perverse girl-doctor was writhing her hot juicing cunny across Teddy's loving and demanding mouth with an urgency and abandon that made human dignity pale and insignificant before the feral demands of brute instinctual urges. Her pelvis was surging and writhing and squirming in rhythmic patterns that provided labial and lingual stimuli all over the sensitive external areas of her vulva and drove her toward a volcanic orgasm.

Sylvia's hands were busily engaged in frictioning Teddy's permanently erect little dickey, providing him with continual pleasant feelings even though he was too sexually immature in physical development to experience an ejaculation or even the psychic surge of a dry orgasm. My hands were kneading and squeezing her full high breasts in time with our communal heavings, and my fingers teased and tugged at the dark pink nipples, keeping them turgidly erect and sensitized for when I clasped her whole upper torso to my chest in hugs of intimate closeness. And Teddy's hands were stretching down between his crotch and mine, weaving through the maze of hands, legs and cocks, to poke and penetrate excitingly up into my already greased asshole, giving me additional thrills.

My balls were drawn up tight against the base of my penis in a firm cremasteric reflex, indicating the strength of my mounting passion, the third orgasm I was to enjoy in just a few hours. The fact that I was thus able to out-do myself in this sexual performance was not evidence of increased physiological virility on my part, but solely of an unusual response to bizarre stimuli which aroused me emotionally as well as physically to these peaks. The sheer novelty of this unique mixture of homosexual activity and heterosexual participation in the same tableau was the major factor in making this experience so fantastically erogenous and exciting to us all;.

I was now pumping frantically within Teddy's ass, and the storm of thrills were pouring over me in a cascade that nearly drowned me in unmitigated sensation. And the surrounding circumstances added to the violence of my feelings and reactions. I knew that my cock would be erupting again very soon, and I knew that my coming orgasm would be wonderfully different and rewarding.

Sylvia dragged her mouth away from mine, interrupting our long and passionate kiss during which our tongues had delved and found an intimate bliss that I would not have believed possible for myself with any woman. Her eyes were alight with fiery abandon, reflecting the quivering passions which seared and shook her whole glorious body. With shuddering breath she gasped, “I can't hold out much longer. I'll be coming any second now. Can you do it with me so we'll go off together for Teddy?”

“Any time now,” I panted hoarsely. “I've been waiting for you, but this is it. Let's pay our tribute to Teddy's virtuosity together right now.”

Again our mouths were glued together in mutual seeking and giving of this wild uninhibited passion, as all three of us let ourselves go into total ecstasy of physical excitement. I could feel powerful shudders of orgasm vibrate through Sylvia's body just as my ass-buried cock throbbed and pulsed in pumping my semen into the exotic and delighted little boy who had led us all down this bizarre bypath of eroticism.

I could feel his anal sphincter clenching tightly around my pistoning prick as he milked every drop of my seed from the injecting weapon. And I could see that his avid mouth was holding Sylvia's enspasmed cunt tightly by suction so that he could hold her whole passionate response for himself as it figuratively poured from her heated oozing pussy.

So knowledgeable and experienced was young Teddy that he kept our passions surging long after I would have stopped. His superb control of his ass around my cock provided me with every possible extension of my thrilling orgasm, and his oral caresses to Sylvia's pussy were so delicately attuned to her fluctuating tensions that she achieved every available iota of her passion in satisfying response.

But at last we had to stop for we could attain and hold these peaks of passion for only so long, even under the inspired tutelage of this fantastic young impressario. Reluctantly I eased my sagging prick out of his so well trained tube, just as Sylvia regretfully raised her steaming pink bare vulva from off his adoring face. I helped her down off the table where she had been kneeling, and Teddy scrambled down by himself. He hastened to get some warm water and towels to lave and dry our passion-soiled genitalia as a final evidence of his wish to give the utmost in service as well as pleasure to his love-goddess and her associates. I congratulated him from the bottom of my heart on his ideas and their execution, and thanked him most warmly for allowing me to participate in this most unusual and satisfying orgy. What had started out to be merely a means of wasting time while my child-victim, Susie, recovered sufficiently to endure her third rape by me, had turned out to be a truly memorable interlude, and one in which I had learned a lot, not only about myself and my desires, but also about the almost infinite possibilities of sexual indulgence if one's companions and playmates were of an inventive and uninhibited nature.

Presently we were all lounging on the huge bed, relaxing after our strenuous exercises. Susie still slept soundly at one end, and even a casual glance revealed that the healing ointment was effectively doing its job of soothing and repairing the recent damages to her skin and bottom. Her breath no longer came in painful moans and I could see that sleep, the universal panacea, was indeed knitting up the raveled garments of her worn-out little body, and hastening her recovery. That she was just being prepared for another and even harsher ordeal she did not know, so her rest was undisturbed and more beneficial.

Suddenly a thought flashed across my mind, and I turned to Dr. Loriano. “Did you get John Murphy's nun-victim all repaired before you came in to join our party?”

She smiled ruefully as she answered, “Yes, I had just finished doing what I could in first-aid for the girl when Teddy called me. It will take a long time for the nun to fully recover, if she ever does, but I've done all that I can for now. The rest can be taken care of when he is through with her. She has a lot more to suffer for his pleasure before her ordeal is through.”

“What kind of things did he do to her?” I asked, for John's hatred and fear of religious symbols could carry him to terrible extremes if it got out of control. The fact that he had to torture a girl disguised as a nun, so that he could get sexual pleasure out of her, was an odd projection of his own guilt-feelings, wherein sexual activity was so frightening to his basically religious nature that he had to punish a representative of his religion before he could indulge in sex with any pleasure or effectiveness.

“I shouldn't be talking about another member's oddities of sex behaviour,” Dr. Loriano confessed soberly. “But since John is your friend and the man who introduced you here at The Club, and since you saw the start of his sexual torment of the nun-girl, I suppose it is all right if I tell you some of the things he did to her.

“You saw him start burning her nipples and breasts with the candle while you both were eating dinner. Well, he went on much further with that type of torture, for the symbolic nurture of a mother's milk and the spiritual nourishment which religion supplies for the soul, are all mixed up for him. He scorched and seared the skin covering all of both her lovely breasts, and then he squeezed and bit them viciously while he was raping her partly burned virgin cunny for the first time. I will have to do a lot of skin-grafting on her breasts when he is finally through with her, if she is ever to look normal there again.

“For his second attack on the girl, he pulled her legs wide apart and then tied them up to where her wrists were bound to the cross to which you saw her affixed. This distorting pose was extremely painful, as you can imagine, for it partly dislocated both her hips and fully exposed her pussy and ass to his tortures before he went about fucking her most cruelly and brutally. He used up several more candles burning her whole external pelvic region to make sure that his screwing would be horribly agonizing for her, when he got around to it.

“The full smooth round hemispheres of her delightfully feminine hips and buttocks were all sore and red and blistered from the candle-flame, and extremely painful to his strenuous handling and shoving surges of screwing. He also had thoroughly broiled the tender lips of her cunny before violating her unused pussy with his huge stiff cock. In this way he knew that every motion within her pussy would be supreme torture for her, as well as the humiliation and degradation she would suffer at being violently raped. Being totally helpless and defenseless in her agonizing bondage, she could not even try to resist his terrible assault, and could only hang there in torment and shriekingly take the obscene tortures which he chose to force upon her symbolically and actually chaste body.

“While he is waiting to rape her tight virgin ass, I have made some minor repairs on her abused parts, but at the end of her ordeal she will have to undergo additional surgery and then have a long and painful convalescence. John wants her kept in her nun's garb all the time, and he will probably continue to rape and torment her very few days while she is recuperating from her original ordeal. In this way he can keep her in perpetual agony for his sexual amusement, and make sure that she suffers a long time.”

I was fascinated by her account of my friend's perverted sexual ideas, for they were so different from my own eccentricities. Religious symbol or not, the idea of abusing and fucking an adult woman does not particularly appeal to me, while I am equally sure that my fascination with young pre-adolescent girls would leave John cold. And yet John and I had known each other fairly well in business for many years before we found out that each of us in our own way was a sexual pervert of an especially vicious sort, preying on innocent and helpless victims, and subjecting them to terrible tortures and abuses so that we could achieve sexual satisfactions which many other people could attain without all these anti-social activities. Truly no man ever really knows another, and the most normal appearing people sometimes have the most bizarre tastes.

While I was thus resting and philosophizing about the sexual oddities and abnormalities which made such an institution as The Club possible, the dozing form of little Susie began to stir in her sleep, indicating that the sedatives were beginning to wear off and that she would soon be available for more of my painful sexual attentions.

The utterly charming and hedonistic Dr. Sylvia Loriano and her bizarre assistant, ten-year-old Teddy also noticed the awakening little Susie, and realized that I would soon be anxious to give her all my attention.

“Unless we can help you in any way, George, we will be getting on,” said Dr. Loriano, rising from the bed and putting on the two brief garments which comprised her whole costume. The adoring and effective Teddy immediately sprang to help her, and eased and adjusted the tiny panties and strapless bra of her black satin Bikini suit. Even when she was as fully clad as she could be, his little boyish hands continued to caress and hold her divine body as he offered this continuing evidence of his total adulation. Not only did fondling her thus intimately give him intense physical satisfaction, but he hoped that it would provide pleasant stimulation for her also between times when he could more openly and directly excite her sexually.

“And if there is anything that I can do for you, please let me know, Mr. George,” the small boy said in all seriousness. “And after you're through, be sure to call us to help Susie recover, so she'll be ready for your use again as soon as possible. I have some ideas for her that you may like to try at some later time, now that I know a little bit about your feelings on such things.”

I thanked both these unusual new friends for their offers of assistance, and assured them that I would call on them whenever their services would be welcome in any way. Both the charming and exquisite girl-doctor, and her childish boy assistant fascinated me, and I made up my mind to get to know them better personally as well as in their professional capacities here at The Club. With Teddy carrying the doctor's stethoscope and medicine bag, the two left, and I could devote my time and attention to the final act of sexual abuse upon my child-victim. Her little pink cunt had not yet felt the ramming penetration of my big cock, and I was anxious to open up this last hole. Even with all the sexual acrobatics I had indulged in already tonight, I knew that fucking this child's tiny pussy would be a wonderful climax to my introduction into the bizarre institution known as The Club.

Susie's eyes flickered open and came to rest on me as I crouched beside her on the big bed. At first there was no sign of recognition as her drugged sleep still beclouded her mind. But after a few seconds, I saw terrible fear creep into her expression as she remembered the tortures I had inflicted upon her only a few hours ago. Instinctively her eyes glanced down my naked body toward my cock, and she seemed at least temporarily relieved to see that the weapon with which I had ripped her bottom was soft and harmless. Her little hands crept down to gently feel her lacerated asshole, and she seemed pleasantly surprised at how much it had recovered from the horrible splitting it had received. Then she felt the pin-pierced nubbins of her vestigial nipples, which still showed the puncture wounds of my torments, but seemed well on the road to complete healing. All these places were still very sore, but not so agonizingly raw and torturing as they had been only a few hours previously.

With tears starting to form in her sad blue babyish eyes, Susie pleaded with me to spare her any more of the awful treatment she had undergone before. “Please, Mr. George, don't hurt me any more. I'll do anything you want if only you won't hurt me like you did. They told me I had to obey you, but you hurt me even more than when I was beaten for disobeying, so it looks like I can't win here.”

I looked down at her exquisitely dainty little body huddled on the bed and begging for mercy. Her very smallness and helplessness started me toward sexual excitement, and I knew that I would have to fuck her brutally before I could be satisfied in making my fondest fantasies become realities. “But Susie, to do what I want to with you means that I have to hurt you, so you will suffer whether you obey me or not. And watching you suffer makes me feel good all over, especially when I hurt in certain places and in certain ways.”

“But why do you have to use that hard man's thing of yours in me so it hurts?” she pleaded piteously. “It was bad enough when you made me put in my mouth and then made it shoot out all that nasty stuff that I had to swallow. But when you shoved it into my bottom, it hurt terribly. I thought you would kill me by ripping me all apart.”

“What you must try to understand, Susie, is that putting my man's thing, my cock, into you in those places felt very good to me. And when it feels good enough, the gism you think is nasty, shoots out, and that feels even better to me. In fact, having the gism spurt out of my cock is about the best and most wonderful feeling a man can have. And the tighter the hole that he jams his cock into, the nicer it feels. And for me, driving it into little girls is the best kind of thrill, and hurting them with my cock is part of the thrill, too. So, you see, I have to hurt you and use my cock in you. That's what you are here for, — for me to torture with my big cock.”

Susie was now weeping and sobbing again at the prospect of more torments on her already sore and abused little body, — punishments which she had committed no crime to deserve. It all seemed very unfair, — which indeed, it was, that she had to suffer just for my pleasure.

While she tried to comprehend this unkind quirk of fate, I began looking around the room and in the bureau drawers, searching for some inspiration as to how she could be trussed and bound while I ripped open her tiny infantile little cunt with my gradually awakening cock. Just looking at her bare pink little pussy was beginning to get me excited, and the more I thought about fucking it, the more horny I became, to the increasing alarm of the little girl whose eyes kept straying to the weapon with which I was going to torture her.

In the closet I found a long wooden pole, slightly thicker than a broom-stick and about five feet long. With this and several pieces of strong thin cord, I approached the bed where Susie crouched in despair. She did not dare resist me, so I had no difficulty at all in placing the pole across her back at about shoulder level and binding her tiny wrists out along it, so her arms were wide-spread. A couple of loops of cord around her shoulders helped to hold the brace in place.

Now, with Susie sitting up on the bed, I took a long piece of the strong cord and passed it around her back, then down and around under her knee on one side, then back across her back and down around under her other knee, finally corning back to behind her again. Still sitting there, I had her pull her knees up as far as she could on each side of her chest, and I pulled in on the rope holding her in this pose and straining on the rope to flex her thighs even more tightly up against her body in front. Her feet were still on the bed so she could balance as I tightened and fastened her thus. She wept and cried and protested that her hips hurt terribly from being bent up so far, but I ignored her for my intent was to give her pain and lewd exposure while making her pussy fully available for my coming assaults.

Now I pushed her over on her back, and attached a short length of the cord to each of her tiny ankles. On one side and then the other I dragged her ankles out sideways and tied them to the ends of the pole which was behind her back and to which her wrists were already bound.

She moaned and pleaded even more at this, telling me what I already knew, — that having her thighs stretched so extremely wide apart was very painful. In addition it left her plump pink little pussy and her round little ass delightfully exposed both to my eyes and to my cock, when I got around to using that instrument on and in her. In addition to the strain on her hip joints from having her firm little thighs flexed and abducted so violently, Susie claimed that it put a terrible strain on the soft fleshy tissues between her legs, and I could readily see that the firm rounded lips of her bare little pussy were partially spread to reveal the deeper pink within the little gash of her cunny. The thicker, firmer outer lips of the little immature pussy were quite similar to the same elements of an older riper woman, but there was almost no evidence of the soft petal-like inner lips which are so attractive and important a part of a full-grown cunt. This difference did not really surprise me, and would make no difference in what I was planning to do, and in fact might even make for a tighter and more exciting fit of my cock within her hole.

Susie by now knew that I was going to ram my big 'man's thing' as she called it, into her little pussy, but she did not know that I had other plans for her torment first. Already she was indecently exposed and suffering by having her crotch spread too wide so that she was unnaturally strained both in her joints and in her flesh.

I sat down for a few moments to observe and play with the cute and lewd display I had contrived. My hands and my eyes took in every delightful detail, and when my finger attempted to penetrate into her baby slot, it was stopped almost immediately, not only by her firm maidenhead but also by the natural smallness of her tube, which was years from being ready for any penetration.

Having sated myself with contemplating this bizarre beauty of childish cunny, I stood up and from a bureau drawer I selected a short flexible leather whip which had several hard braided lashes at the end. In one hand, this gave shrill whistles as I zipped it through the air, and it was short enough and flexible enough to be used effectively at close range. Susie saw the weapon and began to weep and plead anew when she realized that more punishment was coming before her rape.

Again sitting before her and near her widely displayed bare crotch, I lightly jiggled the lashes around on her tender flesh, making her wince and writhe in fear, even though I was not yet hurting her at all. Gradually I increased the severity of my toying, but still not hard enough to leave any marks on the delicate and sensitive skin. Then I had an inspiration which was diabolically sadistic in its cruelty.

“Susie, I'm going to whip you between your legs here and on your bottom and in between your ass cheeks. I'm going to do it harder and harder, and there is only one way for you to get me to stop. You know that I want to put my cock into your little pussy-hole. Do you think you will like that?”

“Oh NO. That will be awful. It will hurt me and rip me terribly to have a big thing like that forced into such a little hole as I have. It will probably kill me.” she wailed in pain and fright.

“Well, you probably won't like me whipping you between your legs, either, Susie. When you decide that being whipped there hurts more than you think being fucked will hurt, tell me so, and maybe I'll stop whipping and start fucking you then. By the way, when a man puts his cock into a girl's pussy-hole, that's called fucking. There are lots of other words for it, but fucking is short and dirty and everybody knows what it means. When my whipping hurts too much for you to stand, all you have to do is beg me properly to fuck you, and I'll do it.”

Now I began flicking the hard lashes of the whip across and along Susie's cunny. I lightly beat her on her lower belly and on the backs of her trussed thighs, and on her exposed ass-cheeks. The braids fell with gradually increasing strength on the plump firm lips that bordered her pussy-slit, and occasionally one would land in the pink little gash itself. She was wailing and weeping and struggling and squirming all the time under the light barrage of blows on her sensitive exposed flesh. Gradually the whole sex area assumed J a rosy pink as the light frequent blows stimulated and irritated the tender skin. No one blow was causing her any great pain but the continuing shower was causing a hot red glow of erythema that was becoming extremely painful in total. Her strenuous struggles did not enable her to evade a single blow of my whip, and only increased the obscenity of her pose and made her contorted joints hurt more.

Now I increased the strength of the blows that were falling onto her crotch, so that each now left a slight red welt on the surface which was already dully inflamed from the previous lighter strokes. I Susie screamed and fought and begged me to stop, but she still did not ask me to ram my now hugely erect cock into her cunny. After scoring her belly and thighs and buttocks with a series of transverse whip-strokes, I laid on the next flurry vertically. This seemed to get more results from my little victim, for her screams and shrieks increased as the hard thin leather lashed fell along her cunt-lips and between them in the now-gaping red gash that marked the entrance to her babyish vagina. The lashes also bit cruelly between her ass-cheeks and into her anus which was still horribly sore from where I had buggered it so thoroughly just a few hours before.

Susie was heaving and gyrating her pelvis under my torture in a most exciting and lascivious way, and this combined with her screams to increase my excitement wonderfully. My cock was standing out like a rigid bowsprit on a sailboat, and I knew that I would soon have to use it to blast open her tightly blocked little hole. I gave her a few more of the hard stinging welting vertical blows full into her unprotected and tormented crotch, but I had to be careful to avoid hurting her so much that she would faint and cheat me out of my super-thrill of reaming open her tiny virgin twat and making her suffer all through the operation which would be pure hell for her.

At last I could stand it no longer, and threw down the quirt. I crouched over her trussed little body, her arms stretched out useless sideways along the pole, her thighs flexed up in front as far as possible and then strained out sideways much too far. Her throbbing little red vulva was intensely sore from my beating, and lay right beneath my out-thrust ready cock, defenseless and just ripe to be ripped open for my pleasures. Slowly I advanced the purple tip of my weapon until it touched the inflamed and irritated puffy entrance to her love-nook. She screamed and wrenched in an attempt to get away from this exquisitely painful stack, but could do nothing to help herself or defy and frustrate my foul purpose.

The whipping had been so agonizing that she had begged to fucked, but now the prospect and first moves of that seemed more horrible and she only wanted merciful peace and to remain unmolested. Slowly, to give her the most agony possible, I pressed in with my rigid probe. She writhed and shrieked but I bore in harder. I could see the plump firm swollen lips of her cunny spreading reluctantly around the slowly penetrating end of my cock, and I knew that even this was acutely painful to her.

Deeper and deeper went my prick, and at a depth of an inch or so it hit the expected obstruction of her hymen. I savored this phase for a few seconds and then bore down more heavily upon my writhing little victim. It took a surprising amount of pressure and strength, but suddenly she gave an even wilder and shriller shriek, and I felt the barrier let go as I gained another inch or so of penetration.

Her blood flowed as her maidenhead was ruptured, and this provided some slight lubrication for her tube, for she was too young to have much cunt juice, even if I had taken the time to stimulate and prepare her for this violation and skewering. My sexual excitement was mounting rapidly under this satanically cruel and perverted action, and her pleas and wails only increased my desire and urgency.

Now that the partition of her hymen had fallen I still had to force my way heavily into her, for her vagina was so small and tight, due to her extreme youth of only eight years, that it had to be stretched and split every inch of the way as I penetrated. I could feel the grudging spreading of her stressed vaginal tissues, and her screams gave evidence of the damage I was inflicting upon her by my perverted rape. I knew that I would never be able to get full-deep into her, for her tube would be much too short, but I was pleasantly pleased and surprised at how deep I did get before hitting bottom within her straining pelvis. I must have achieved at least five inches of penetration by now and knew that I had better start my serious fucking before she swooned away from my ability to torture her. She had to be alive, conscious and suffering when I ejaculated into this third orifice.

I slowly withdrew my cock, all slippery and crimson with blood from her ruptured maidenhead and ripped vaginal tube, and this seemingly easing motion increased her screams of agony still more. Now I pressed in again to the limit of her ability to receive my probing tool, and now was able to set up a rhythm of sort, accompanied by her frantic screams and heavings beneath me. Looking down, the most fascinating and exciting sight was to see how the chubby red lips of her cunt were stretched out tautly around the penetrating shaft of my huge cock, gripping it so tightly that it felt superlatively wonderful. And I knew that the whole length of her canal was equally tight and being reamed out by the too large size of my surging weapon.

Suddenly the experience became too much for me, and my aroused instincts took over from my cruelly planning mind. I found myself pounding rapidly in and out of her little hole with no regard for getting the most out of this bizarre rape. Within seconds I was shooting the drags of my store of semen into her cunt, lubricating this tiny canal with a secretion it should not have known for another ten years under better and more normal circumstances.

A few last pounding strokes and I collapsed exhausted upon her vilely trussed and abused little body. I was completely spent from the unearthly exertion of my activities for the last several hours in The Club. The fact that my cock was still buried within the tiny cunt of this little girl, and that my whole weight was bearing down on her stretched and straining little body could not bother me enough to make me move. She could not achieve the blessed boon of unconsciousness, but I fainted dead away from physical and emotional exhaustion.

It must have been quite some time later that I found Dr. Loriano and Teddy pulling my limp body off the still screaming and bleeding form of little Susie, and well they did for I might have stayed there long enough to kill her.

As it was she lived for a long time after this, to provide many more bizarre sex thrills for me at The Club.